Occupy my heart

Occupy my heart

I am in the winter of discontent

Not in the summer of suffering

Nor in the spring of desires

Nor in the autumn of fading hopes

I hope for your cuddle,

For the warming dreams,

Fora bridge to connect  our hearts

And for the tender caress.

There with you flow the rivers,

Reverberate the surfs in the ocean,

West and East meet through your land,

Occupy my heart.

Snow falls in my veins

Fog has wrapped up my pains

I shout in silence over in my cabin,

Streets echo me in louder strains,

Crowds sing in chorus the tunes of class war

Winds become stronger

Bush asks why the crowd in its bosom

Gorges disheveled see bright eyed cats

Ready to jump upto the noises of liberty.

Occupy my heart;

Cities cry in thunderous tunes

Markets sell flowers to cuties

To garland their loves in the march

They march in peace

Hunger and poverty in unison

Black and red ware empty abysmally

White has a little mirage in the pots

Occupy my heart.

Shed your sweat away,

It's winter and  you are hungry

Below the bridges of poverty

Above clamor of men of pomp

In limousines of affluence.

Occupy my heart,

His barracks might be full of ammunition

To fuel the the roads and streets

To return to the streets of Chicago

And soak the clothe in blood.

I am in love, occupy my heart,

You have all space there,

To rest and fight in valiance

Men and women of America,

Come, occupy my heart.