Started this day with my pen,
too bad I couldn't write off its sin.
Three kids lost their lives,
heads cut off with butcher knives.
If I could have wrote their fatal day,
they would still be out in play.

If my pen had the power,
their lives would have never turned sour.
I couldn't write them enjoy,
but I can pen my own to deploy.
With my pen and eraser,
lifes love joy becomes closer.

Everything bad gets an erace,
then my pen writes joy to replace.
Lifes movie script gets rewrote,
at the touch of my pen remote.
There's power in words,
especially strong herds.

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