and so, he got one;
the first born,
to carry a thousand-year old name
on freckled shoulders turned broad with age.
He wanted a man
and so, he got one
to sow honor and reap pride.
His chest swelled in glory of his creation,
his hope, his dream.
He wanted a man
and so, he got one,
molded him into a leader;
every curve of charisma,
and every edge of strength.
Who fell in love with duty
and his father--
the glory of raising a king
to carry the lineage of a dying tree.
He wanted a man
and so, he got one
who learned to exchange pain for victory
and soon fell in love with the freedom ring
knowing well its cost.
He wanted a man
and so, he got one
as 21 guns blasted his dreams,
freedom ringing his ears,
eyes turn red.
Words fall like ashes
from what was left
of the tree
he was supposed to sow.
He wanted a man
and so,
he got one.