Revolte
03-19-2010, 03:16 AM
In romance, I take a walk
Through nomadic fields
Of bricks and blocks.
To treasure the lands
I have yet to tread,
Where lovers and fighters
Are burning and red.
Where sex is expressed
In passion and flame,
And bound to our hearts
Revolting the vain;
Are words to our lips
“Surrender we'll not!”
Gay, straight, poor and Jew,
Women and robbed;
Become all the same
Not separate by class,
And windows are open
Not shut to their glass.
Through nomadic fields
Of bricks and blocks.
To treasure the lands
I have yet to tread,
Where lovers and fighters
Are burning and red.
Where sex is expressed
In passion and flame,
And bound to our hearts
Revolting the vain;
Are words to our lips
“Surrender we'll not!”
Gay, straight, poor and Jew,
Women and robbed;
Become all the same
Not separate by class,
And windows are open
Not shut to their glass.