I am told that I’m not supposed 

to fight against the world or

be angry with all that‘s not okay,

like it’s not my struggle or it

doesn’t matter in the end ‘cause

you will lose, so go your way in peace,

go your way and be at ease.


 But I don’t want peace but war,

 not with fists or guns or shouting

 but with the resolution that I will

 not be deceived but call it out 

 and name the angels of death

 that hover winged over the oppressed 

 and serve their smiling masters in

 their dark and subtle cause.