You can destroy my violin and unstring every bit of its element, but who can alien the notes that are down to my nerves and veins?
You can destroy my house, you can demolish my temple of my prayers, simplicity and faithfulness but who can demolish my home that has but only love for all your hates?
You can destroy the yellowed pages of my songs and burn down to ashes every single edge of its very physicality but who can burn the pulsating vibes of those songs that are switched to my lips?
You can destroy the path I may travel and tread down the lane of my interest tomorrow, you may close down all those ways, but who can destroy my fate, who can demolish my destination?
You can destroy my bed not my dreams
You can destroy my hands not my labor
You can destroy my eyes not my foresight
You can destroy my ears not my silence
You can snatch my rights for my love of a land,
But not my loyalty, not the history.
You cannot steal my consciousness.
© Dom, 03-04-2014