Fountain Pen

I see the weapon in your hand,

Waiting to change lives, just change.

An armament that can build and destroy,

Depends thoroughly on your imagination.

Pressing against the paper, the weapon writes,

Negotiation is not its nature, it rebels.

It gloriously takes a toll and elegantly sits,

In the left breast pocket of your jacket,

And you showcase it with absolute pride,

For it is a weapon that can change, just change.