Sons of Reason - PPOW

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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

This is a poem written for the weekly prompt for PPOW, or Poetry Play On Words - the 3-letter keyword this week is SON, to be used in a poem of 24 lines or less. Enjoy, or better yet come join the wordplay...

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