Sure, a poem can slice through the noise like a sword, but only if the blade’s sharp enough to feel the edge before the crowd does. Words that hit raw, like a sudden shout in a quiet forest, can rally people to protect the woods—if the listeners are already ready to hear. But if the poem is all fluff and no bite, it’s just another rustle. So yeah, it can cut, but it’s up to the writer to make sure it’s a real, bleeding edge.