That word was very small
The letters were a messy scrawl
The page was a little scrap
That word became a sentence
Spoken very plain
Consisting of a simple point
Just an honest claim
From sentence to a paragraph
With slightly larger frame
But no flowery words were wrote
The purpose remained the same
Paragraphs multiplied into a book
Bound like every other one
But such a book had never been
Like a candle to the sun
This book grew into a thought
That occupied every soul
And tormented like a demon
With beauty pure and whole
The thought became an argument
Pursued on every tongue
As wise old men discussed patiently
Action was taken by the young
Arguments blossomed into fights
That took a fearsome turn
Proponents fought with every ounce
And every blow caused them to burn
Fights developed into a battle
One that nobody had seen before
Where no lives were at risk
But the passions of forevermore
Battles became a war
In every house across the world
Where every soul had to choose
Why they lived upon this earth
The war turned into a crusade
As hearts beat as one
Across the glowing horizon
Their hope became a beacon
That mighty crusade simmered to a revolution
No longer bent on fighting
But turned inwards to be
The source of a new enlightening
The revolution slowed to a utopia
Where all hearts lay at rest
No conflict shook the quite place
No more hypothesis to test
That utopia gave way to contentment
A quiet way to live
As the day-to-day business came
With no alternative
But contentment changed to confidence
When every heart learned
That though a conflict had occurred
The right to live happily had been earned
This transformation
This war in every heart
Came into being by word
From the very start
Perhaps it seems obvious
To those who feel its pull
That this word could change the world
Make an empty man full
So gently grip it in your hand
Or search across the sea
Find the place in which it hides
And make it come to be
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