To those who deserve kindness;
This kindness is admired by the common citizen.
My ink is sharp like a razor's edge,
A double-edged sword cutting through every aspect.
Yes, my ink is like a bullet from a gun that finds true enemies.
Yes, my gun is the pen, hard to erase and silent.
It has no fixed direction; it aims everywhere.
What kind of ink am I?
I am a talented ink that works for Hidden Treasures.
I am the ink; I heal and re-educate broken souls.
I am the ink; I sing to boost emotional strength.
I am an ink; I highlight injustices, shedding light on the shadows.
I called for unity; together, to drive out the weaklings.
To stay united, together, to dismantle the corrupt crooks.
Let us unite; together, fight through the jungle brawls.
Not by bullets, but by ballots. Not with guns, but with pens.
To confuse them with words, we will defeat them.
We are the citizens; we are the people.
Together, we will rise united; together, we will thrive!
Free Verse Poem.
Abunerry, Ayella
