Blood of ink and Swords of pen

The worth of art has decreased with time. While there were people who were hired by kings in their court and paid high, now same people will suffer in current times.

Within skyscrapers echoes cries of jobless men,

Filled with potential and golden words flowing from the pen.

Dead are kings and rich who praised,

Millions with art were fed and raised.

Intellect and heritage prompted levels up high,

Darwin’s theory - ‘survival of the fittest’ catch everyone’s eye.

Luxuries of world once touched their feet,

They had all the time in the world to beat.

Those are now the days of the past,

Not a penny for the writer, who comes last.

Wish these men be put to good use,

If only countries fight with words and amuse.

Pen with Pen and words to words,

No place for gun or sharpened swords.

No corpse to carry, no bloodshed on earth,

Only death for pride and reduced worth.

Shakespeare will then come to life,

Men will be hurt with intellect, not a knife.

Present may kill the ghost of past,

Such days may not arrive with age on race.

Imagination on the dance and smile on face.

Author's Note

In Asian subcontinent (I may lack knowledge about other parts of the world), kings use to challenge another king with the help of Art. They will use their writers, painters, singers etc. and compete with a neighbour country to prove their prowess.

Reviews

[Ashish]

Important message to the world
"Pen with Pen and words to words,
No place for gun or sharpened swords" I like these lines most

Keep writing :)

[Tazeen Ahmed]

Excellent work!
The title itself is satisfactory and gives a sense of the poem
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Keep writing!

[tanmay7551]

Thanks Tazeen, I am glad that you liked it!

[Nessly]

Great writing! I love the premises surrounding it! :)

[tanmay7551]

Thanks Nessly, I am glad that you liked it!

[Nessly]

Welcome. Thanks for sharing!

[Jasbir Kaur]

Well written. Hope to see more of your such great works

[tanmay7551]

Thank you so much, Jasbir.