Radical views in recessive times, radical debates for deep-seated minds, radical trials bringing drastic fines, but my sons – you stand with a future.
Unsatisfied truths as today’s leaders try, to uproot old wisdom, young hearts will die, our children see the changes as elders’ sigh, my sons – you bring forth tomorrow.
Philosophical thoughts abound, theoretical influence reflects what’s anew, your manifesto is assertive and quantifiable, my sons – you are rewriting the rules.
Drafting sketches of value and significance, here, we become a force anew. Let us chisel with a justified mission of deliverance, my sons – you are the “bearers of truth.”
A stapled sign with a presidential seal, subduing enemies, the friends you shield, grown men cry while others heal, my sons – you are here to stay.