The tyrant stretches
The tyrant stretchesDespoils the heedless ten thousand wretchesA hundred thousand lose their livesAmong these, mothers, fathersLives deniedUpon the altar, of the despot's bloody counterWill his armies falter nay! They saunter.Will they bomb both night and dayDestroyingHouses villages so much clayCompletely thoughtless as if to scoreWith all these bloody losses VILLAIN MORE?So will your name, on histories bloody roster shameWrite your name In Gore and Victim BloodOne more name on hist’ry role in mudWritten bloody on that scrollAs you trample Cities, factories, storesNot to cure or save or feedJust to grind with sharpen teeth in your endless friendless steaming smoking greedAlways will you find, offenseIn some token blame you’ll break the fenceUntil the neighbors gather roundDrive you from the broken bloodied groundYou can tally up your victr’iesWhat price vain glory? The rebuke of hist’ry.That goal you seekWill paint you sicklyBloodiedYour name will ever ‘n future reekCarve your nameIn the rotten corpse of painCrumbled HumbledYour ever Poisonous Blame’d Craven Grave o’ Name
11.03.2022
The tyrant stretchesDespoils the heedless ten thousand wretchesA hundred thousand lose their livesAmong these, mothers, fathersLives deniedUpon the altar, of the despot's bloody counterWill his armies falter nay! They saunter.Will they bomb both night and dayDestroyingHouses villages so much clayCompletely thoughtless as if to scoreWith all these bloody losses VILLAIN MORE?So will your name, on histories bloody roster shameWrite your name In Gore and Victim BloodOne more name on hist’ry role in mudWritten bloody on that scrollAs you trample Cities, factories, storesNot to cure or save or feedJust to grind with sharpen teeth in your endless friendless steaming smoking greedAlways will you find, offenseIn some token blame you’ll break the fenceUntil the neighbors gather roundDrive you from the broken bloodied groundYou can tally up your victr’iesWhat price vain glory? The rebuke of hist’ry.That goal you seekWill paint you sicklyBloodiedYour name will ever ‘n future reekCarve your nameIn the rotten corpse of painCrumbled HumbledYour ever Poisonous Blame’d Craven Grave o’ Name
11.03.2022
What did the old lady say to the SOLDIER?
WHY ARE YOU HERE? – the old lady asked?my dear young SOLDIER, standing with your rifle so boldhere on my street, on your way to defeat.ARE YOU HERE TO KILL YOUR BROTHERSwill you be glad to kill their mothers?and kill their babies too? d'you have rabies?IS THAT WHY? ARE YOU CRAZY?MUST WE DIE so you can save usOr will you find your grave here with us?WHY are you hereD'u come here to kill us?You'll die here, little mango back while you candon't you understand little manyou mustn't spill us, n' kill us and shoot uspollute us.Grandmother – "You should go before it gets worse"In all this killing, make it worse?You came to save us by killing us.Plant your bombs and spill us?"Leave before it gets worse?"GET WORSE?I PLACE on you my most awful curseyou'll die hereand lie here hated and worse.PUT THESE SEEDS in your pocketsso flowers will bloomwhere your body'll fall after all."Please go, old mother, before it gets worse."Worse than you and your killing?Will you kill us all, after all to save us?in the GRAVE, your great victory awaitsget out my gate!go homebefore it gets worseWITH MY CURSE!
12.03.2022
WHY ARE YOU HERE? – the old lady asked?my dear young SOLDIER, standing with your rifle so boldhere on my street, on your way to defeat.ARE YOU HERE TO KILL YOUR BROTHERSwill you be glad to kill their mothers?and kill their babies too? d'you have rabies?IS THAT WHY? ARE YOU CRAZY?MUST WE DIE so you can save usOr will you find your grave here with us?WHY are you hereD'u come here to kill us?You'll die here, little mango back while you candon't you understand little manyou mustn't spill us, n' kill us and shoot uspollute us.Grandmother – "You should go before it gets worse"In all this killing, make it worse?You came to save us by killing us.Plant your bombs and spill us?"Leave before it gets worse?"GET WORSE?I PLACE on you my most awful curseyou'll die hereand lie here hated and worse.PUT THESE SEEDS in your pocketsso flowers will bloomwhere your body'll fall after all."Please go, old mother, before it gets worse."Worse than you and your killing?Will you kill us all, after all to save us?in the GRAVE, your great victory awaitsget out my gate!go homebefore it gets worseWITH MY CURSE!
12.03.2022