Dare To Compare Pen and Sword

In days of lore a sword was held in hand not a vest strapped to a chest by some command Terror a very strong feeling of fear how far this is to what Poets hold dear In younger days terror was contained in a nightmare not a bomb or a threat carelessly sent everywhere How different are they from you and I both looking upward into the sky They have a mother and father too often than naught they don’t have a clue what their offspring is up to We may write for many a reason though their cause is more likely to end in treason All have feelings galore to share even if theirs seem like they don’t care Here I sit and lament how another explosion to prevent looking for an answer that may be from higher up sent So what is our role at times like this, is it to write about happiness and bliss or those that we will miss Is it my task to ask you to ponder and pause or coach you into looking for another cause Know that there is good in everyone whether you be a daughter or a son So my request might be to pick up a pen to deliver your message a passage or two to get you through to removing the vest from your chest Andreas Simic©