Branded

Tatoo it on my left chest over my heart
And engrave it on the hilt of the sword I am carrying
Cover it over the flag on my grave
And make it the name of every poem that I write

This is a tepid age
Someone cut away G-d, or so they thought
And left us trading commodities - trading
Commodities in the setting sun

But guess what?
She's no commodity

And love is no commodity