Utopia

In Utopia it was, we said those Words
The lowly Pen's Mightier than gleaming Swords
Alas, those were Swords, not lethal Guns
Wrights were moons away from exploding Bombs
Not now, we are very versed in Russian Roulette
Our Soldiers with a round of Bullets
Will prove their points without reasonable Doubts
That seasons of the regal Pen, had long ran-out
Yet I don't believe it!!.