Answer:
I'm sometimes white and always wrong. I can break a heart and hurt the strong. I can build love or tear it down. I can make a smile or bring a frown.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
A hill full, a hole full, yet you cannot catch a bowl full.
Take one out and scratch my head I am now black but once was red.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail