arbit poem guys,first attempt......
nascent from a blue womb,
promised was he a blue tomb,
nay he said to all their pearls,
revolutionize i will this world!
schooled though in medicine he was,
to give up his life for a lost cause,
he scouted the land on his norton 500,
to restore faith to the hearts that were sundered.
battling the elements,he forged ahead,
some more shrapnel,another comrade dead!
all this while to forget the searing pain,
he refreshed his memory to feel that rage again.
an eye for an eye and a limb for a limb,
his guerilla technique finally wore thin,
only to spawn a new breed of warriors,
who put to rest the capitalist's desires.