Just a little poem I made basically views on the Cybertronians war.
It all happened then on a normal day.
'Bots walked around and the sparklings played.
Groups of friends chose to stick together.
Gamblers talked about trading treasures.
Lovers talked about their secret pleasures.
Officers talked about the weather.
And then the sky turned a shade of black.
And through the darkness the seekers attacked.
To Come back the citizens lacked.
The ground it shook, the metals cracked.
And when the bombs went off around them.
they became afraid.
Inside the smoke many optics fade.
Red optics bore they were filled with hate.
The Neutrals fled,
The slow offlined,
The old were dead,
As the sparklings cried.
It took only a few seconds for the hurt to hit.
And by that time the 'cons would win.
The blame was all done and pinned.
All the bodies that laid could make the hardest cringe.
And through the darkness came a shed of light.
As the survivors looked more out of fright.
Large forms stood in that beam of light.
weapons aimed, ready to fight.
They can take their home.
They can kill their friends.
But they can't take their hope
They can't break their mends.
They would stand together or let go,
It was time to take back their home.
And there is where it had begun,
When the weak thought peace would not come.
Blue and red said "They have not won. It is time to stand, its far from done."
He turned to the survivors no smile was found.
But the look on his face showed he was sincerely profound.
He held out a hand to to those who would come.
With a voice full of hope he said.
"'Till all are one."
Then all hell broke lose as the new bots charged.
Their group was small, the cons were large.
But with hope on their minds to change the future.
The Autobots taught the neutrals like teachers.
Guns in their hands, take back their lands, from the horrible bane of those creatures.
Screaming their rights as if they were preachers.
The last con was killed, blue and red looked down.
"You have a choice, so chose now.
Come with us, join the Autobots.
Or remain here where all hope is lost."
Some chose to stay, others left in a hurry.
Unable to think with the Decepticons fury,
They would gain an army to defeat the evil.
There were many miles they would have to travel.
Many lives they would see devoured.
But with Optimus and a string of courage.
The neutrals smiled although they were discouraged.
They would not rest until the deed was done.
With joyful voices they screamed.
"Till all are one!"