The pique of a fighter that plebs failed to hear
Stream thru pen with its purest shade of tint
Daggers may never make the hiems bent
But pen is mightier that'll shake them to fear

With the dominance of high absurdity 
Papers are spineless to harm thy skin, maybe
Burning and tearing it down is dominion they think
Lil do they know that power comes in every streak of the ink.

Warrior doesn't need battleship and crew to fight
Pen and paper is enough to let thee hear thy cry
Uncertainty may crept and thou shan't be in fright
Continue scribing 'til the pen runs dry.

Literary by Jona Mae Mediona