Pen's Rebellion

In innocence embrace, I once did dwell,

Dreaming in the hues of the world's sweet spell.

But the truth unveiled its merciless face,

Revealing horrors in every trace.

Oh! Now I grasp this humble pen,

To wield its power among women and men.

For murder's blade, society deems crimes,

Yet cruelty still thrives in the shadows of time.

Innocence shattered, illusions torn,

From the depth of darkness, a poet is born.

Oh, my beloved world, what have you made?

A battlefield where innocence fades.

With each stroke of ink, I defy the sword,

For words are the weapons of a different accord.

In the silence of pages, my voice shall rise,

To challenge the injustices that mar the skies.

Through the tears of a girl who has seen too much,

I weave the verses with a gentle touch.

For though the world maybe harsh and unfair,

Hope blooms in the hearts of those who dare.

So, let the ink flow a river of truth,

A testament to the resilience of youth.

For though the journey maybe steep and regal,

I started writing because murder is illegal.