I am the warriorA Poem by Boy of the redThinking of mythology and my position in the clan that is my family
My family is my clan.
All have a role to play. All have the position, We are all unique. My father, The chief, The old farmer, The wise man. He has made mistakes. He has the temper of a bull, Yet he has the experience, Of a hundred years. I respect him, I love him, I hate him, But I do not fear him, Not anymore. I will fight to prove to him, I am a man, I am his warrior. My mother, The old woman. Her sanity is going, Screaming to the gods And anyone who will listen. She is more useless than not. But we must keep her. She raised us, Nursed to health. Although I shall never respect her, I will defend her till my last breath, I am her warrior, Her child. My brother, He is the scholar. The gods man. His mind strong, His body fat. Knowing all there is to know, And knowing he knows it. He thinks he is the greatest. He drives me insane, Yet I shall defend his knowledge With all my strength. He is my brother, He is my friend. He is my charge. I am the warrior. That of strength and heart. I shall defend my clan, To my dieing breath. I will hold my sword, And bathe it in blood. I am the warrior, With little respect And little honor given From those I defend. For I am the youngest, Out to prove myself No matter what. I am the warrior. With my sword, I shall defend and attack, To my last breath. And when I die, I will not be remembered. But I will be happy. For my purpose was served, And short lived © 2013 Boy of the redAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on June 9, 2013 Last Updated on June 9, 2013 AuthorBoy of the redLittle rock, ARAboutI am me and that is all I can be. I write to stay myself and share my work. thank you for reading and I cant wait to see yours. more..Writing
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