No lover of mine
Battles to be fought.
Battles to be won.
In a world
Fraught with vengeance.
I live
Where the edges
Of swords glisten
In sunlight.
Where walls
Are not walls
But all dust and earth.
I fight
Every living breath
With Self
And with God.
And I threaten
A world
That makes barbed wires
Of excuses
And dwells
In cosy pretence
Of slavery!
I need no love
Or pity
Or a hand here.
I need a revolution.
A stance.
A fire.
Dancing red flames...
A magnificient madness...
And if you are no warrior
You are no lover of mine!