Voices From the Past

It is the call,
    the call of our predecessors,
        the call of our parents - the call of the traditions,
            not to skip down all the duties and permissions.
It is the talk to each of us, these are the words for every soul
    - to keep your eyes peeled, and weapons ready. 
        It is the gesture to draw the bows of your anger
            and to tighten the string of your rage.
It is the glance to burn the fire in your chest,
    and put a crown onto your nest.
        It is the point of the life, inside the lighthouse that is light
            within this line that sounds fine.