A whole lot of love mixed with a dash of hatred bakes the perfect feast.
Let’s get wild and dance. I’ll start the fire. You stomp the earth.
High on the drug of future sight. We’ll all get dizzy and dream of a destiny ignited.
There are some dangerous fools in this world. Break them with the will to conquer. Paper tigers and screaming hyenas. Ripped to shreds and silenced.
Spit in the face of a righteous wind. There are angels here protecting us through war. Every little thing will wash out clean in the flood.
My poem “Ordo ab Chao” can be read here at International Times.
17Numa 