If my words could be like weapons
What a warrior I would be.
Piles of poems like corpses
And then there are the pacifists;
Those oh so foolish pacifists.
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If my words could be like weapons
Surely, I would be weaponless
When peace is greater than passion
And passion belies my spirit.
No more the wars, the battlefields
And no more the warriors.
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If my words could be like weapons
I would wage a great war indeed.
How the people would have suffered
From the guns and swords I would lead.
But alas for the peacekeepers
They would stay my blade with silence.
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And silence is passion's prison…