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You ever argue with someone
And they say we had a war of words?
If only the world were really that way
Instead of bullets and missiles
We would launch similes
and well placed acronyms at the heart of our enemies
No blood shed, merely tears because
Words, cut deeper then any knife ever forged
Battles would be fought at podiums
In debate like fashion
No anger only passion.
Big money would mean nothing
But a strong vocabulary could topple
The strongest fort of the most vast empire.
Poets would have their day.
Revered like greek gods
For their power to twist lightning bolts of knowledge
And turn them into visions of paradise.
Strength would mean nothing
Because some of the smallest people
Having the strongest convictions
Good hearts would have their day.
For those with good hearts speak from it
And not from minds that are limited by fatigue.
Soldiers would be trained in classrooms
In the works of enson, emmerson
and forst of course.
The world would be a beautiful place
No longer fearing the cataclysmic Bang
of a nuclear fallout
But instead the power of a man with a lot to say
And no rebuddle in their artillery.
