This paper is my shield <br />And this pencil my mighty sword <br />Able to cut down my enemis with a single blow <br />And guard me from the hate they cast <br /> <br />This paper is my instrument <br />And this pen my symbol <br />Together they do something brilliant <br />But apart they are nothing more than objects <br /> <br />This paper is my penestal <br />And the words on it <br />Are my voice <br />I use them and find a way <br />To inspire everyone around me <br /> <br />It is amazing what a few words <br />On an otherwise blank sheet of paper can do <br />They can inspire nations <br />And move peoplevto be greater <br />Than they thought they could be <br /> <br />So if i use this paper <br />As my shield <br />And if i weild this pencil <br />As my sword <br />Than let me go into battle <br />Fully prepared for anything<br /><br />Frederick J.B. Moore II<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poet-s-sword/
