The Begetting

[Poetry In Motion]

Each of you has a random name not so random.



Help me win the war my brothers.
We fight to live and die for change.
I hope this ballad will can show its range
Thwart and persevere.
Persevere and thwart evil others.

You willing to get things going that route for this poem? 


The sound of shrieks and little groans
from immature girls and moody boys.
As you do not have any choice
of a war bringing a sea of bones.
 
As these lads oh brash and young.
Teens and fools we weep and say.
‘Give into words, heed our advances today!’
Plunge through pain, we are The Sons.
 
It’s a name we rightfully call ourselves.
To form a clan and gather men.
To storm the Gates of Monkeys and Wrens.
A world where love can ring its bell.
 
If we lose, we’ll surrender our love
for the wisest Rinpoche of all the land.
His name is freedom, he’s by a cliff above.
As in our skull we stand, reprimand.

Haha! Well I guess not! Perhaps I need to cut those like you were pointing me to do. Thanks for your suggestion.