Collective Punishment

Our enemies the Philistines
As we were taught in Sunday school
Are extras in the battle lines
To die, as we were born to rule

What lovely racists we’ve become
Programmed to hate our nation’s foes
Eurasians and Mohammedans 
Can meet the fate our masters chose

The monstrous industry of war
Directs the western heads of state
To where the high explosives roar
To maim, bereave, decapitate

The talking heads can flap their jowls
And fill the hours on CNN
Exhort us all with dead-face scowls
On our  crusade to Bethlehem

Strausse’s secret spreads in whispers 
Humans never can be equal
No ceasefires but Zuklon crystals
Let our engines be our sequel

We are the essential nation
Pure supremacy’s our totem
Sweet self-righteous affectation 
Foreheads like a camel’s scrotum

White is right and might and height
In Europe’s garden of the gods
At Ragnarok we seize our right
To harvest souls and cocoa pods

Aircraft carriers parading
Empire power to all our foes
Who as humans masquerading 
Are consumed in Gaza’s woes

Queen Victoria’s amusement
Black Mass Joe the Totenkopf
Spin a mythical illusion
Of the ruled and rulers of

From their minuscule mind-bubble
Black and whitest certainty 
Suck and crush us into Anglo
Saxon singularity 

The man’s too big, the man’s too strong 
Till time sweeps all his works away
And light exposes right as wrong
And all his monuments decay

The peoples dance, the peoples sing
Unbroken continuity
Of common joy and suffering 
The language of eternity
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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