cows sent to town square.
dot dot my ring's blood.
the sun sets on us both.
Are you afraid?
I took your name, and I'm sorry.
maize masked disguise,
it's your land, not mine.
Jihad of oil,
sticks for soil,
Sun Tzu beaming.
When will I see the beast go hungry, or is this as it should be?
Blood for God,
Cars for bombs,
Mosques and bread crumbs.
That's the sound, you hear, when the bomb goes off.
That's the sound, "ch-ching," when they buy the yacht.
Those are the words, you speak, when your land is lost.
That's revenge, you seek, when your soul is bought.
I have seen the greatest minds of my generation destroyed by madness! Starving! Shaking! Hysterical! Dragging themselves through the Negro streets at dawn, Contemplating jazz!
Oh fox! There is no love! Even the blazing sun will burst before its collapse! The fox is found! The star goes black!