When We Mixed Ourselves

When we mixed ourselves

We laughed at destiny
As a bird in a cage
Fleeing away

We reinvinted our history
A burst in the pages
Forgotten by luxury

There was no frivolity
Only heavy weights
On the backs of the ones in the ceeze

A matter of blood and revenge?
A matter of peace and faith?
A matter of lust and betrayal?
A matter of forces to live on?