Paper

He,being the bridge to thought 
Reminding me of what i forgot 
Ubiquitous..
Seemingly everywhere, but not 
Amazing its ability to mold 
Shape the future and what it beholds 
From evictions to revolutions 
From problems to solutions
Lubricant,
To oil the wheels of time 
Storing rhymes,
Rhymes to tell her and his story 
Can morph from beauty to gory 
Manipulate and stipulate emotions 
Able to handle poisons and potions 
Even god found it fit for his words 
As ideas merge 
And the more often it turns
Torn and stripped from the life of land 
However given life to the poorest of hands
For the pen is mightier than the sword 
But what would it be without paper as a source

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