The War Of Kins Poem by Garret Raja

With electric bat, a sword in hand,
I take a stand, a warrior grand,
Swiftly striking, like a deft knight,
In shadows, I conquer the night.

The handle twists, my grip secure,
Like battle cries, the mosquitos lure,
Their buzzing wings, my foes in flight,
I clash with valor, fierce and bright.

And as their ranks begin to thin,
I see a truth that lies within,
The splattered blood upon the wall,
Reveals a bond, a life enthrall.

For in this war, a truth is found,
Our veins, like rivers, do astound,
With kinship shared, I now recall,
The beating heart, a bond for all.