I thought of this poem idea due to the fact The Smithy Gang are some of my favorite Mario characters. I feel like they were all orphans adopted by Smithy, and led the wrong way by him, yet still loving him as a father until his real motives came out. I see them as more human-like than Smithy. This poem is told from the point of view of Bali, my own Smithy Gang member. This is supposed to take place where the Smithy Gang members are children.
We lay ourselves down to sleep,
And we bless our own souls to keep.
And even though we are machines,
We still have wishes. We still have dreams.
Father tells of a big plan,
What it is we don't understand.
He wants a new world of weapons,
So does that mean our wishes end?
My oldest brother shows no fear,
He holds his ground, Yaridovich the spear.
However, his wishes hold a deeper plan,
His promotion to heir, second in command.
My second eldest isn't quite bright,
Despite Exor's strength, his motives are right.
He wishes in a voice, though his hopes seem to wilt,
To be able to make friends, besides his skull hilt.
Boomer has been taking lessons forever,
His katana is strong, yet weighs less than a feather.
I heard him once mumbling his dream,
To be a great credit, to defend the team.
The Axem Rangers, born all at the same time,
Seem to want things only money can buy.
From axes to glasses, makeup to food,
I feel they secretly want to feel like a team that's true.
Bowyer, he's a little younger than me,
And he seems a little bit silly.
But I think he's just crazy from thinking of his dream,
To be treated as a serious and credible machine.
Mack is the baby, he can barely walk.
Though I can slightly make out his wish though babbling talk.
He wants to grow up to be a powerful machine,
And well respected like his siblings.
I peer out from the window of our Factory home,
And see the stars in their Star Road.
Oh, and for the wish of me?
I want to be with my siblings,
We are a family.