Empathy Ink Not Blood Trolls on the Run
Empathy Ink Not Blood / Trolls on the Run
An Army of pens descended, the battle lines were Drawn
As they scoured and searched for the Enemy,
'Til it was almost Dawn.
Pens to attention, Awaiting their command .
fingers at the Ready ,
The ink God Did demand.
Some fell by The wayside, Some of old age died,
Others felt defeated before they even tried .
Others felt dejected, while some just sat and cried.
A message from
General Pentorights
To
My fonts of
Knowledge said
"Remember pens, we are mightier than the sword,
Defeat is not an Option, we have Right,
And Calliope on our side."
The Underwoods, the Imperials and Remington's gave us joy,
The Mignons battled bravely, but their stylus was too slow,
Others fell by the wayside , those losses, a bitter blow.
We launched assault after assault, weapons of mass creation we deployed,
Up and down the country, armed a little girl and boy,
We all knew this was serious , this wasn't just any toy.
As they moved Into position, the battle cry did sound,
But not a single word was spoke,
As the pens moved side to side .
This was the real world , one we could not rehearse,
Just one wrong word , phrase , line, or verse
Where tears of blood are spilt, the tremors within the mind.
The narrative was loaded , the conText painful to read
As red ink spilt , the nightmares of our dreams.
Empathy is not just a word , it's an emotion we should breed .
The inkfantry were on the March again, it was no longer just the pen,
Black and blue the battle raged, the trolls were on the run,
And those that refused to choose empathy, well their ink was all but done.
The moral of this story, is that empathy is key,
And whether written in ink or text , language can destroy,
Because in the end, each one of us is someone's girl or boy.
The war will only be over, when we all act as one .
For we are merely fleeting visitors.
On our journey around the Sun .
Copyright ©
Daniel Caplin
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