words are majestic

adore to write A poem which contains my words light A poem which is short but not trite A short poem which its words are uptight My words speak where i myself can't And act where my thoughts slant They mean what minds dictate, And conjugate where ideas prorate They are able to heal broken hearts And also can deal with spoken arts. They can incite to love And also can rouse to unlove They are a powerful tool Which may be used to destool, They can be sacred and a blessing, Or can be a curse and a stressing They are slaves but schoolers They aren't masters yet rulers. They have their own houses, Mary and become spouses. They work with writers And highly hark righters They are appreciated sometimes And may be critized in wartimes They need attention and respect So that they Obey their masters or else feed pretention and suspect. And unhappily convey disasters...