I don’t remember in which grade
I learned the word “revolution”
But I remember
That once it entered my lungs
It never left my veins.
I read about Joan of Arc
In my Children’s Illustrated History book
And for nights I dreamed of horses
And enemy lines
And burning stakes.
I read that Alexander was 19
When he looked at the Macedonian throne
With determination blazing in his eyes.
I was the same age when I realized
That the biggest territory to conquer
And the hardest state to revolutionize
Is a human heart.
And I knew I would become the army
You never saw coming.
Perhaps I won’t be the Renaissance
That takes 3 centuries and
Thousands of pages
To slowly alter your mind.
Perhaps I’m the 3-day raid that burns
Your Senate houses and villages
And sets fire to all the corners
Of your soul.
I’ll be the Arab Spring
That breaks decades of dictatorship
Your tyrant mind has over your heart.
I’ll be the October Revolution
Letting my Bolshevik army tramp over your capitalistic desires
Until I paint all of your skin red with my utopian social justice.
I’ll be the violent mob of peasants
Burning the houses of British impostors
Who told me to plant blue seeds in my soil meant for green.
I’ll be the French Revolution
That promises you liberty and rights and social reform
But only after drowning you in a bloodbath.
I’ll be every book
That you burned in the name of your self-made gods
And yet couldn’t purge from memories.
I’ll be the city of Jerusalem
Being ravished by Crusaders night after night
Only to be reborn the next morning.
I’ll be Khalid ibn Walid’s army
Wreaking havoc among the mightiest forces you can gather
Till every corner of you thrives under my new civilization.
I’ll be Socrates with Hemlock in my hands
Waiting for the death of my body
And the birth of your mind.
I’ll be the children of Israel
Running through the middle of the Red Sea
And watching the waves crash down on the psychopathic autocrat in you.
If you want me to
I will keep going down the timeline
And unravel every piece of history you have in you
Till every bit of your existence
Is scarred by me.
But forget all of history
I’ll be the very first spark of fire
You lighted by mistake
While shivering in a cold, dark world.
I’ll be the first spear you threw
The first word you spoke
The first rule you broke.
What I mean to say is
Once you crash into me
Every inch of you.
Once you find me
I’ll ruin you
What warms you
And I’ll be
What burns you
What I mean to say is
I’ll be the Big Bang
That God caused for breaking
Of your universe.