Poem: The Power of Art

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I want to speak

And let floods of red emotion

Flow from my

Devilish tongue

With the power to drown

An entire army

In no more

Than a few drops

With a few words

Compel

Like the mouth

Of God

To create

An entire city

On a blank page

Then turn it to ash

On the next

With the words I write

I want to guide

Like invisible hands

in the sky

Tugging at

Strings

The world is my

Marionette

I am the

Puppeteer

With the power of

A loaded gun

Art can kill

Or teach love

A pen loaded

With my blood

Drawn from

Wounds I cut

As I write

And open up

Spilling out

All of my guts

You can’t spell heart

Without art

And that’s what it is

My missing part

Hey people,

Hope you liked the poem