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Just found this poem while browsing.The poem resonates in my hear.t- - - - - - - How many words are needed to destroy a mosque? How many words are needed to destroy our prayer? How many words are needed to destroy our faith in God? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ________________________- Can I still be a poet in this time of war? Perhaps I am just the hobbling man or the fleeing child or the trembling lover. Perhaps my words have burned to smoke and ashes, words of peace scorched in the fires of the words of hate.

Why doubt.... Words have power.... That's why such words are painted on bombs! Words can pierce human hearts like cartridges, yielding positive or negative effects! The terrorists of today are brain washed by the power of words and they relinquish reason. History shows that words have the power to start revolutions! The French Revolution was inspired by the words and writings of Voltaire, Rousseau and Montesquieu! They moved their pen to mobilize public opinion against monarchy! How the words of poets sink into our hearts and create a surge of emotions! So it is not yet time to write off poets! even in a 'destitute age, perhaps a poet can effectively spread a message of peace as your poem has done! A message of peace presented in a unique way

Why doubt.... Words have power.... That's why such words are painted on bombs! Words can pierce human hearts like cartridges, yielding positive or negative effects! The terrorists of today are brain washed by the power of words and they relinquish reason. History shows that words have the power to start revolutions! The French Revolution was inspired by the words and writings of Voltaire, Rousseau and Montesquieu! They moved their pen to mobilize public opinion against monarchy! How the words of poets sink into our hearts and create a surge of emotions! So it is not yet time to write off poets! even in a 'destitute age, perhaps a poet can effectively spread a message of peace as your poem has done! A message of peace presented in a unique way

At this moment, my words escape me Daniel. A paragraph I need not leave here as your words have encompassed every emotion I feel right now. My sorrow I hold for those who have suffered; a separation I ask they make in their hearts between me and the cowards who would slaughter innocent people in the name of peace

Hi Daniel Brick... Eloquent and elegant... its luminosity efficacious... I discovered you on the 'Writing Poetry' page and then silently read, with reverence, a sincere and transformative life dedication to a craft that, though coming back into fashion, often leaves much to be desired... your profile speaks volumes... So, I decided to have a read of one of your poems, and chose the above because its title spoke to me... I laughed ~ you wrote and I chose, without knowledge, a poem on the reason I write ~ words... words that were swords and designed for a battle... not of wits but stupidity, not of grace but unkindness that deface... all... So, for all of the above and more... I continue to write, though condensed to a point where no separate beings understand... Perhaps you might offer some genuine guidance that would be, very much appreciated? I have no training in the art and have written as few poems as yourself... I look forward to reading more of your crafting...