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.