Pain Bearer

• Peter Leibl, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2007

Many claim they do not want me, but need me to survive
I can begin wars, at the same time I can end them
I can fit in your pocket, but enough of me could feed an army
I can save the world, or bring it to it’s knees
Many men and women of power, have had their faces printed on me
The world values my worth, but fears my seductive power
I am currency and will live forever