Radical views in progressive 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.
~ Joe Shakeenab