Sons of Reason

The crimson dawn awakens a seasoned patriarchal song
Where a consonant personification of imprisoned souls belong
Like a newsperson who sells treasonous poisons so strong
My grandfather’s son resonant of a bloodline of reasons so long

My father’s sons are my brothers, liaisons in the lessons of life
Now dissonant with a garrison of walls as they’re seasoned in strife
Impersonal masons building them up like prisons with no putty knife
Just sonorous sonic booms of anger, like the nelson holds held on their wife

Few grandsons are born, as the arsonist burns unison’s chains
No parsons’ sonata preaching for a godson’s charred remains
Like the venison and bison who once roamed the Great Plains
Our folksong has no resonance with a gentleperson’s clear refrain

Caissons shooting lies with sonority’s reasons of envy and greed
Like supersonic airships carrying cortisone poisons like jimsonweed
Depersonalized from nature while impersonating false pride’s creed
Unseasoned in love with personnel’s friendship jettisoned to concede

I’ve bore no sons by personal choice, to stop this persona of guilt
Though stepsons become songwriters of reasonable doubts built
Seasons change with comparisons to a calypsonian beats’ tilt
While grandsons outgrow cradlesongs and their consonance wilts

A layperson in understanding lessons of WAR, in this songbook of fear
My personality and gender cannot impersonate this sonny sphere
In attempts to comprehend this unison of warriors to resonate clear
My swansong is apparent to decline and in peaceful vigil I’ll adhere.

©TK Rosevear 2008

Sons of Reason


Joined February 2008

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Artist's Description

This is a play on the word “SON”, as there are 46 words containing it within this poem, while I struggle with the effects of war on our sons and daughters throughout time.

Fortunate Son

Although I am a peacekeeper, peacemaker and generally a peaceful warrior, I have the utmost respect and honor for our armed forces personnel, who under whatever circumstances are led to believing that “doing their jobs” is an act of patriotic and necessary duty to uphold peace and freedom for our nations.

“There are two types of people in the world, those that take credit and those that actually do the work. Take my advice and follow the latter, as there is a lot less competition there.” Gandhi

These works are also inspired by my friend whose service in Vietnam, I am very grateful for…mooner1 and his recent LZ series…SALUTE my brother!!!

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