Just a Few Lines
A simple ribbon of ink between two points,
Or a brand new idea succinctly made,
A line in the sand between two enemies,
Stamped into history which won’t fade.
Just a few lines simply drawn on paper,
Can be worth much more than gold,
A significant signature scratched on paint,
Transforms it into a sight to behold.
A few lines of a speech heard by many,
Could start a revolution and alteration,
Inspiring a nation to fight for their rights,
Laying foundations for their new creation.
A few lines of poetry can ignite pure love,
Two hearts to meet and beat as one,
Souls to be intertwined and merge forever,
Sharing a journey their lives go upon.
A few lines of powder can ruin lives too,
Exploding in your brain like a bomb,
A fuse leading to unknown destruction,
The path so impossible to turn from.
Just a few lines of gunpowder sparkling,
A cause or a consequence of warfare,
Gathering lines of infantry hundreds wide,
Killers to order with an absent stare.
A few lines of an order starts genocide,
And causes crimes against humanity,
One thought from a dictator begins it,
Mass murder coming from insanity.
Just a few lines could save the world,
A signature to seal a promised change,
Cutting the carbon footprint of a country,
Getting a safer climate back in range.
A few lines of computer code written,
Could destroy everything planetary,
The ultimate extinction of life ever seen,
Happening with a strike of a key.
Just a few lines can make a difference,
Changing the course of many lives,
A sweep of a pen or a few data strings,
A simple line can change who survives.
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