Pen and paper

All he has is a pen and a paper,
Dots make lines,
Lines make figures,
He picks up his brush,
Strokes in different directions,
Voila!art and history are made.

All she has is a pen and a paper,
Behind the fancy desk,
Seated on the plush chair,
She's concentrating,
Zeros are all she seems to be writing,
Voila!a fat bank cheque is what you get.

All he has is a pen and a paper,
He pushes up his spectacles,
Looks at the crowd,
Smiles at the people as they look up at him disapprovingly,
He looks back down,smiles,then writes,
Voila,and with that the death sentence of a country is written.

All I have is a pen and a paper,
I scribble frantically,
Hoping to please myself,
I think maybe one day someone will appreciate it,
I re-read it hoping and praying that it's good,
Voila!a poem is written.