Razor words whistle viciously as the decisive move is made

Phrases sharp as diamond blades arrive on Judgment Day

Spoken word commands attention to the problems of the day

That I may fight with my voice high is my quest among the fray

Emotions, philosophy, political flame wars, I leave out none of them

For passion surges through my veins and blossoms from my stem

A brain to think, a hand to write, another hand to wield

A sword in my left, a pen in my right, and so I relinquish my shield

May the power of verse forever be its own protection

My war will be waged with words