The things of which we cannot speak
Make us become we cannot say
The thing brought back from yesterday
That praised the strong and crushed the weak
That thing whose name we cannot name
That fathers fought to keep at bay
The thing we thought had gone away
Now clothes our parliament in shame
Klaus Barbie made their king of spies
Elon von Braun their rocket man
Never more true American
A new Gestapo in disguise
As Gaza’s child lies in the waste-
land made by AngloSaxon bombs
From Mariupol and from Homs
The empire script is cut and paste
Old England sees a child as bad
And Gazan children were the worst
For pious butchery they thirst
In sanctimonious garments clad
We stretch barbed wire around our hearts
We tar the untermensch with lies
O Ichabod! the prophet cries
From you the glory now departs
Cruel and inhuman songs they sang
Again the human turned cyborg
London is come to Nuremberg
And from her ropes shall rulers hang
Doppler scream noise
into my being
I am like a young horse on the plain
surrounded by awkwardness
All is about Anglosaxon Economy
I am in the midst of it all
My verse is to be sold on the market
Come buy the debate!
Don´t you see I am totally tolerant
But how will I stand the noise from E=mc2
Democrazy watch over me
And energy leave me in small parcels
Fear o
Fear
Famous Swedish fear
I have to understand it all
Here I live in a box
Sweet, nice, sitting cosy on my sofa
There´s the new threat of war
I live close to Europe
( what madness have we seen? )
is this the prize of madness, sir?
Some search for their Virgin Island
I go look for a man with a bone in his nose
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