The Fighter, The Lover, The Poet

-Subtract-

Shoot myself in the foot

See that is my aggression

I cannot lose this fight

Not now not ever

Pursue what renews the old

Or never be whole

Fighting just for its sake has no foundation or place

Time and history cannot be erased

Time and history show the true martyrs

Those who held the promise skin deep

In one way or another we subtract from the equation

And make our own plate,

To a feast our minds want to create

Take a little from here and there

It is all a losing battle.

Just the right poison to keep the captives enslaved.