Revolution

This is my first attempt at reading my poetry out loud. I hope that all of you like it, and please leave any tips or constructive criticism that you'd like to share.

Like clockwork we are pulled by strings

Of a theory that isn't full of shame,

But of triggers and springs, and revolving things

Inside and out we spread wanderlust and fame.

When the light comes over the dawn

And the singers of lore call out our song

We strode into that precipice and battled

All that we knew of our brethren's shadows.

Long hard stones were cast into the shores

With longboats and covered up whores

Like a pirate's booty we crumpled in fears

Of the possibility of something beyond our years

Something strange and unusual to the eye

Something that our crystal orbs could not scry

For when the battle was over it was already won

Cause that is how the story was sung.

But let us put our backs to the incoming winds

Whose trademarks cover every corner of the earth

Because when the shadows of our brethren comes

We will soon never forget the memories that birthed

Upon that hazy battlefield in the deep west

Forlorn to the conscience we had known best

But instead let thus pull every single string

Instead of embracing the peace we could bring.

Let us now remember the fallen for who they are

Because without them we would be lost by far

To the children of the desolate sands

Who tried to steal our grace and rightful lands

Home of the glory and the brave

For the two towers whose shadows we couldn't save

But will always be remembered in lore

As the beginning of a never-ending war.   

Question: "What revolutions do you remember or bring?"