After a conversation with Fadescha

On Love 

In the age of truth you will be accepted

Now is not your turn

In the age of truth your ways of loving will be the right way again

Then you will not be bound

And nor will your lovers

The chains of owning, the cycles of using and throwing –

Objects

People

Emotions
These equations of the market
These toxic systems

Would finally be broken

And only the free shall sing

These structures and their keepers

Afraid of the secrets of love

Will be buried forever under the rubble of their own hate and fear

When time has had enough

The timekeepers will come calling

At their door, on their streets, in their cafes, in their banks and schools

And the timekeepers will

Do their dance,

Make their art

Sing loudly and clearly

In places where silence and compliance had rotted everything away.

And that art that they will make

The truth that they will speak

The voices of the voiceless they will carry

The love they will bring to the unloved

It will renew that which has decayed

That will be our resistance

That will be our art

That will be our revolution

That day you will be saluted for how you loved and lived today.