Weapons

Tools become weapons
But are nothing without hands to wield
Lay them down to stop a war
A master is nothing without slaves
Raise them up to tear him down

Words become weapons
When hand puts pen to paper
A book is a bomb
If we light the fuse

Hearts lift as voices join in song
Yet actions echo
Long after lips are sealed
When footsteps never falter
And working hands stay strong

Chris Haws

June 2026