Crafted with love or fear or loathing.
Fueled by hope and hate and brooding.
They create our wars and start our fights,
Mend our hearts and change our lives.
They bring some comfort to those with none,
But give the orders to fire the guns.
With edges sharp they’ll cut you deep.
May keep you from or give you sleep.
They touch our souls and bring us peace.
Make soldiers cry and children dream.
They fill our books, they give us language.
They cause the rise and fall of nations.
They form the world and keep us safe,
By protecting ideals and preserving faiths.
Their sting burns longer than any weapon.
Their resounding consequences forever echo.
Alone they survive the test of time,
Preserving our past for all humankind.
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