Turn.
You!have turned a CROSS of simple hope into some kind of SWASTIKA joke!
you spurned sandals of protection into jackboots for vandals of destruction.
you were blessed by your pope!and the patriarch of jewish dope!
with those arabs you made emperors,using loose change from the templars!
you turned towards the latest threat and burnt the hordes of soviets!
like Jericho!you turn to Berlins walls!now you strike inwards for the final fall!
now all states!towns!and home!plows the devastated rounds on tv,s or phones!
You sit upon the throne of a pharaohs dream!to choose a BUTTON?HALO?..a scream?
Copyright © John Mcgrath | Year Posted 2008
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