Let’s Free Princes From The Cage Poem by Sami Gjoka

Let’s Free Princes From The Cage



Therefore, darling, take my hand,
Throw your sandals in the sand,
Let us run against the sun,
To the pleasures of the rays
That will cram and that will sate
Thirst and hunger to the brim,
To chase sadness dour, to chase glum
With smiles, with grime,
From each eye and from each face
Lighten from the glowing grace
Of each blooming deep within.

Let’s not kneel to fate and doom
Yield not to the destinies
While flowers still in bloom
Mourn not for the death of trees!

Let death be a thunderstrike
That hits only one time
Not the constant gentle pat
As a tapping to remind
That life is but just a threat
Were taken for a ride
That ends to the crush and death
By a driver that is blind
Flung and thrust back into space
Scattered as nothing, behind.

Let us laugh and let us play
Shiny or a rainy day
Let’s strip naked to the shades
Screw the shame, and screw politeness
Before axes, before blades
Before cruel woodcutters
Will cut branches, for the flames
To feed scorching, hellish, fires.

Come on, darling, take my hand,
Let’s run at a faster gait
To claim peaks of every moment
Because we are doomed by fate
To split and to part again
To the mist and to the rain
Under hedges of the sadness
And fade from the memories
Like a narrow wet lane
That splits only a bit further.

We are logs that shouldn’t stand
If we’re scared, and mean and bitter
To grasp every single hand
Lent by every star that glitters
As if herded through the gate
Of the fold and sink there deeper
To the filth and rules and laws
Of the men—these sheepish keepers,
Caging princes far from those
That steal kisses, that give freedom.

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