Weapons
Our weapons of words
Are our strengths and our fears.
Believe me, it's true, because even you have
started a flame and shed some tears.
With their throats to a blade,
Some beg on their knees.
Others are about to scream
While others laugh at their pleas.
Power is weakness,
Weapons are praised
Too bad we don't see this,
Causing people to become enslaved.
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