More in CelticLion-The Pornographer's Hyena Dies In a Loveless Lair
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Rocking heads
let us mind
each ration's lullaby
keeps nodding, peace,
we all must kiss our guns of purity and pray,
no blood above can cock a bullet's voice,
no god will give known knees that kneel,
the siren's whore is wise,
she sings disease,
lush slums devised
where opportunists
close the ghetto's eyes-
cruel men defeated,
childrens' throats are spooned to feed
the dust is won,
no burning hand
flags stolen lies,
demand what breathing skin of sand,
dug holes will bury each dog's rise.
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