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