Grey, White and Black

This pen is a sword 

the paper it's victim 

though not through words 

do you find that its poison 

but rather through lines:

bent and shaped as they are 

they capture your mind 

and entrall in your heart

to show you things

both seen and unseen

that lives in a world

only imagintion can bring 

to breathe upun paper 

so that it can breathe back 

cause life must be more 

than grey,white and black. 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world



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