Attacking with stubbornness
alacrity from buffoons,
absurd signs to claim.
Irony is too harsh
to be subdued
upon pessimists.
Stymied the love is;
anarchism in oneself
becomes doze.
Freedom is degenerating
conjures our essence
replacing blissfulness.
A surge of our convergence fought,
we have made history, but
religion isn't the ascendancy of love.
By: Chantal Camus
