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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 ©
Hatter Eggburn
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