You have heard

They throw bombs
They believe in
Violence and the likes disordered
The pulpit /press din it
Into reasoned &truth;

No, my friend Your friends exclaim
Violence committed is “lawful,” within tales of youth
Liberty be its Mother
Birthing, yielding Order

“A beautiful idea,” you say,
The very fountainhead of
Violation within volition
& We can grow from it

Meaning without force within will
Without constraint

Or coercion.