Freedom is more than Love

Its been dark when the fields went dry,and the night police were all around everyone's  house,in every street,all through the tide. My house was filled with gold and silver but nothing to eat a morsel of it. The windows looked stained with blood from previous night's fight. We fight every night,each time at chosen house. Last night it was mine. As the rules said,I served beer and steak,to all the guest from the great deserts and rockies. They don't fight but fix them. We,the poles,fight. In exchange we lose our chains. Over a time we forget to fight the rights. The chains were so heavy and we had to pay to lose them. We did pay so. We lost our wives to the kings who wore turbans and to their pimps who wore black suits. They said it would liberate them and so we did. We lost our daughters to time and our sons to war. Neither time nor war returned them to us. Freedom is more important than love. We were wrong but right. Some of us were sooty and they fight well than us. They don't have families to lose. They don't have anything but wars to win. We fought the great depression and the great war of peace. We won them. We won everything but ourselves. Its been dark when the fields went dry and tonight there's a fight next street. I am getting into the usual code of dress,the tie and pants, iron with heat of sweat,washed with big bother's soap. There's one from India fighting the one from Europe. I left the home to the streets filled with lights and men. With a book to write my poems and flute to sing them in the fight, I walked towards the circle of men and into the blood filled perimeters. Its our usual practice to sing some poems to motive the fight. We did it everytime. I am best at them. We are best at them. We drank too much ink that's slowly breeding in  to replace the blood in us. We will soon bleed blood to die. And every fight is a page in this history of ours. The great epic of mankind.

-Aroon Che