I’m a wrecking ball for love.
All the petty objections,
palms thrust forward,
sneers and comments beneath the breath,
and here I come like death
to the haters, the disbelievers,
the bureaucrats of love.
My shoulders are mountains,
my legs thick as trees.
Roll out the purple carpet
and free a thousand doves
because here I come –
a wrecking ball for love.
The green path
ends in a wall
built of brains of stone
and the bones of the enemies of truth.
But I don’t mind,
I don’t fear,
and here I come –
my eyes glittering,
my feet tracking blood
and swinging my fists
like wrecking balls of love.
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Wael Abdelgawad
Fresno, California
August 2019