Pop Culture Poetry: Hands of Steel

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    Hands of Steel

    This traveller comes
    From far away
    A planet in
    Full disarray

    A world severed
    By hate and lust
    For power that’s
    Left dead to rust

    This shepherd sees
    The end is near
    And knows he must
    Leave all that’s dear

    He calls his flock
    To board their ship
    But are so weak
    They can’t equip

    The vessel to
    Defend from foes
    The traitors board
    And come to blows

    The shepherd uses
    Hands of steel
    To show his flock
    Just how to deal

    With anyone
    Who tries to take
    The peace that they
    Want to remake

    He knows even
    Though they are fleeing
    Freedom’s the right
    Of a sentient being

    He grabs a foe
    And hoists him high
    And hurls him at
    The foe’s ally

    The two careen
    Into their chief
    He swats them off
    Like a small leaf

    The silver scourge
    Lifts on his arm
    An instrument
    Of deadly harm

    The cannon swells
    With purple light
    But before
    It can ignite

    Two hands of steel
    Come forth and grab
    The cannon and
    Then throw a jab

    Across the silver
    Terror’s face
    Knocking him
    Off of his base

    The shepherd lands
    A mighty kick
    Which dents his
    Nemesis’s thick

    Armor and he
    Doesn’t wait
    With hands of steel
    He grabs the plate

    And spins the silver
    Scourge around
    Off of a wall
    Then to the ground

    The scourge smiles
    A hint of pride
    As the two
    Leaders collide

    He recalls how
    The shepherd was
    And what he’s now
    Become because

    Of being pushed
    To his limit
    Most others
    Already quit

    But this shepherd
    Was a rare breed
    He refused
    To concede

    The freedom of
    All of his friends
    Where many hid
    This one defends

    “It’s over” the
    Steel scourge does roar
    And his own
    Steel hands now bore

    Towards the shepherd’s
    Optic lights
    But still fights

    His followers
    All see him hold
    His own against
    A foe twofold

    The strength of him
    And ten times more
    In any war

    His bravery
    Rouses his flock
    And soon with hands
    Of steel they knock

    And strike and blast
    Those who attack
    The time has come
    To all fight back

    The red and yellow
    Brothers team
    To throw the blue foe
    Through a beam

    The pacifist
    Evades the sting
    Of a null-ray
    And grabs a wing

    And hurls the foe
    Towards the aged
    Red warrior
    Who’s now uncaged

    The silver scourge
    Sees all his weak
    Prey’s courage now
    Somehow pique

    He now knows he
    Must cut the head
    Off of the one
    Who’s courage spread

    He bores down on
    The shepherd’s throat
    As wires snap
    The scourge does gloat

    “Die” his raspy
    Voice does growl
    But an ally
    Is on the prowl

    The black and white
    Brother jumps on
    While the small green
    Brother with brawn

    Grabs hold a leg
    The two give all
    To save their shepherd
    From the maul

    It’s all he needs
    With hands of steel
    He takes control
    Makes his foe reel

    The silver scourge
    Has no one to
    Come to his aid
    Where is his crew?

    Why don’t they help
    The fight he’s in?
    He sees the white one
    At him grin

    And then remembers
    He trusts no one
    Their treacherous
    Help he needs none

    The shepherd sees
    The scourge lose trust
    In all his troops
    And knows he must

    Always have it
    For all his team
    It’s what makes
    His side supreme

    Before the duel
    Can be decided
    The ship becomes
    All misguided

    It spins out of
    Control and stalls
    Pulled towards
    The Earth and falls

    Swooping down
    To then collide
    Crashing into

    Eyes slowly dim
    The shepherd knew
    Chances were slim

    But as his mind
    Does fade away
    A heavy heart
    Will never weigh

    He fought with hands
    Of steel and saw
    That none of his
    Flock did withdraw

    They did not cower
    They did not weep
    They followed bravely
    Rose to keep

    Their freedom and
    They made him proud
    They broke free of
    The fearful shroud

    His lights go out
    He sleeps and waits
    To hear the telling
    Of their fates

    When one day rock
    Will not conceal
    All the mighty
    Hands of steel