Story

So comes the new story
And you will write it
I lay down my pen
Its ink is now all but dry
Write for the soul
Never for the money
A body at ease flounders
Think only of other wonders
The pen is not mighty as the sword
But it is every bit as sharp
We are the wielder of a weapon
Warriors ennobled with words
Frères of the oppressed
Or guardians of dictators
And what we carve upon minds
May change the world to good
One wondrous letter at a time