She leans towards the lighter
He conjures a fire in hopes of a better view
Thank You
She says with her Cigarette ignited
As is the organ that holds his lungs united
There’s a heat housed inside his humanitarian heart
And a hell-fire hidden inside his hostile head
Outside of a Marxist Gentlemen’s club
The crisp song of the ashes burning
Along his vocals for revolution
How the people are turning
And western ideologies aren’t working
No mane, but a Lion already
How can man and beast be so equal?
Rehearsed in guerilla warfare
And a Man of the people
Admiration places a rouge kiss
She says she’ll miss him
But will follow the news
He thanks her for brief company
And nominates her his muse
They Share a cab ride
Two destinations become one
Drinks at the Lion’s Den
Another cab ride
And she finds herself in the Lion’s Den
She didn’t need to shoot,
No need for a smoking gun
He left a note and his scent
Saying Two months from now,
He’ll be Most Wanted and on the run.
“Seeing that picture of Che and Lennon playing guitar together sent chills down my spine”
“A country which cannot read or write is one which will be easy to deceive.”
