Masters of word

We do not wear crowns,

we may look like clowns,

but we rule worlds.

Although not with swords,

with well chosen words,

we make the decision who lives, who dies,

if a tower shall ever reach the skies,

if that woman will love that man,

who's always looked at her, and whose name is Ben.

We decide if the sun shall rise or not,

sometimes by making a simple dot.

Whether the earth shall stop turning,

whather the water will start burning.

We make people weep,

we make them from joy, leap.

We are us, and we are here.