This coming war season

The breeze that has come fresh 

Fresh from its womb

The breeze has brought splintered rebel's hope

And dread

And anticipation

Glee and forward looking towards the war season

The war season is on its way

The air is hot, yet these bodies i spy march cold

The air invites future rebellion

But worse, things worse for the boy's and girl's I know

For some, their journey is over

Finished and through-done

They will venture now, scatter from their birth place

Scatter like shrapnel across this patch of earth

Blitz about the ground with fury and excitement

They will not need the Cabin-the Den

That old dead dog is long dead

            The swine pace and patrol it's grave still

For the younger few, for the younger children

They will roam about the caged city as we did

As we did, as we have done

Left our mark and stamps and brands

Tags

Identities on the wood of the homes and buildings here

Left our trail, stomped it into the ground with passion

Soiled it willfully as our number of hunters grew

They have grown, they are now legion

They are the armed majority poise and dedicated to capture

Capture, capturing what remains of the saliva we have to spit

Engraved into the ground of the place

          We will hop the gate and claim cold freedom

They will roam, remain in this place

Waiting patiently for their turn to hop the gate-border

They will occupy their own Cabins and Dens and Cribs

They will surely divulge foul secrets to willing friends

Share coded love and hate through each other's skins and minds

But they will learn, they will see and from sight they will learn

The breeze carries with it a promise

A promise for release, release to more glamorous fights

The pig will shed as our enemy

And the world will become a relentless competitor