Pen Gun Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

In realm where words hold power and might,
A pen and gun unite in curious blend.
The pen, a tool of thought, takes flight,
While gun, a symbol of force, defends.

With ink as bullets, the pen's might,
Can pierce through hearts and minds with ease.
Its words can heal, or cause a fight,
Unleashing power that can't appease.

The gun, though silent, speaks with dread,
A threat that lingers, unseen, unknown.
Its presence casts a fearful thread,
A force that's feared, yet rarely shown.

Yet in this poem, they merge as one,
A pen and gun, in harmony's embrace.
Their powers combined, a force undone,
A tale of peace in a violent space.

So let us wield this pen and gun,
With wisdom, care, and hearts that yearn.
For in their union, peace is won,
A world transformed, where hope can burn.