Militant
Location
I want to be a hero.
Sacrificing everything for the refuge
Refusal to regroup without the whole group
Filling holes in the relationships of national troops
I want to be a peacemaker
Baking peace in an oven full of love
Ironically burning the catastrophe.
Making a masterpiece out of dried tears formed from previous misery.
It’s a divided island we live on,
It’s always “my land,”
Stop and let’s sing songs.
Make it “my friend,”
Hold hands, make a corny scenery.
Sorry.
Just a dream.
Silly me,
Silly dreams,
Like holding hands, enjoying the horizon in paradise
Or in the park with your kids, all together flying kites.
Can you imagine a world without fights?
The darkness of the world combining itself with the light?
Crows and doves taking flight?
Together?
Forever?
No?
Ouch.
It’s just a dream of mine.
To get rid of mines,
Replace noisy weapons with joyous mimes,
Save some time for peace instead of violence and crimes.
Hope it clears the air that I’m not militant.
I just want to build a million tents.