The pen we know is mightier than the sword
Yet can someday be subject to the sword
When to the wall the pen pushes the sword
Dwindling and usurping the power of the sword

The pen and the sword at daggers drawn
Fighting dirty daily in the serene lawn
Mutual respect is funeralled from dusk to dawn
As enemies for life they have sworn

These fellows ought to love each other
After many years of being together
But for lack of reasoning together
They now witch hunt one another

Peace is desecrated; trust is rusticated
Insanity is enthroned; hierarchy is eradicated
Society's simple sweet life is by man complicated
O mortal man! By who shall thou be emancipated?