We believe in you ‘the sword’
Your blade can massacre nations
They go angst at your word
They know you can harm the world.
Your role is ever magnetic
You live here and there
You make lives colourful
You furnish it with fragrance so beautiful.
You brace consistently with beings
Sometimes you make their pockets your abode
Working is your own food
Bleeding for their own good.
Your wisdom is incomparable
You give life to the lifeless
Color to the colorless
Sicklers are healthy through you
Yet! Nothing hefty for you to destroy.
Your end is ineluctable
Likewise, death is inevitable
You’re filled up with ink
But this ink cannot last forever.
You are a lover of men
No one can do without you
Having you is a pleasure
Indeed, you’re a gift humanity will forever treasure.