Love Revolution Poem by Atef Ayadi

Too many questions
Came to my mind,
And rushed against my veins
Like an oceanic bubbles
Surfacing with the hope to catch the last tropical rain.

Why is love not for everyone?
I mean:
Everyone!
And every being!

Like the sunshine reaching
All beings
Like the sea’s waves,
Reaching all virgin shores.

Why is love not like
Water,
Salt,
Spices,
Wine,
And perfumes,

Or simply a
Commodity
Anyone can afford?

Why is love not like
An infant water stream that
Comes from a titan desert
With a big dream
To reach a big lake or
To sweeten a lost pensive old sea,

Like a cloud and rain, or
Like grass and flowers
For everyone?

I thought
It is for all
Human and
Any being!

Without exception,
No etiquette,
No protocols,
Or political debates.

Why is it not possible
To have a natural love
Like a red rose
Rising up from
The sand?

Why can love not
Grow up naturally
Over
Our chests,
Our hands,
Our legs,
Our backs,
And our shin
Like our
Black,
Soft,
Yellow,
Long,
Short
And curly hair?

Why is love not
given with our
birth certificate
As a second
Personal ID?

Why love is not
A necessity
Like poetry?