Parade

Why would you think

That happiness is granted to you and to your kin,

That fighting is not the necessary step 

For you to grab a little light for heating,  

Light for the safe forseeing of things to come? 

In order to grow children, you have to fight,

To kill the safety of illusions, 

To venture in the dark, 

To blindly grab the pulsing ubiquitous life, 

To sink your teeth in moving, pulsating veins,

In flesh.

The laughter is not sign of happiness, 

It's sign of power: showing off your fangs, While dancing is not sign of goodness either,

But sign of certainty of movement, skill,

Parade, a way to keep your enemies away.

Thus, fighting is much more than mere step,

Is state, is life itself, 

No matter...

How ill prepared for this some people are, Away with them 

And also,

Away  with me, 

If i'm not getting it.