You probably need an internal revolt;
Every cell up in arms against your colonisers;
Declaring a battle against that ex
Whose memory has chained you;
Whose built his palace on your ruins;
Maybe you need to scream your war cry
Against that ‘friend’ who feeds glass to your misery;
You need to set up a guerilla trap
Against your anxiety;
Giving it a taste of its own medicine.
You need to draw your battle lines
Sometimes against yourself;
That version which conspires to bring you down;
Every minute. Every second.
You need freedom;
You need a war;
And sometimes you’ll be the soldier
Or the enemy;
But better to try;
Than to live the illusion of independence.