Modern era is reckoning us,
inviting us to step out with our weapons..
I speak of pens, guitars and compasses.
Do not bring out nukes and guns.
Weapons which shall not hurt or harm
let your pen reveal the inner storm
your brush strokes express your hatred.
your words and letters your creed.
Forge your swords and spears of steel
in our art our anger we must reveal.
Let not your hatred claim your ink
let no feelings of ego find a link.