My son at 17.
In this Great America.
Where he birthed a white foal
and survived the rattle snake bite.
Where the word Warrior is NOT an honor
and the Ancient ways forgotten.
For in this Great America
Where toys are now banished.
and the poisons run through all veins.
The Sacred Warrior’s vows… now calls us again.
Their eyes embrace the vision,
Rising from every Nation,
To stand as men of courage,
Defenders of the LIGHT.