Your violence is indefensible
Like children crippled considered expendable
Scarred hands reach helplessly uncounted bodies buried under foreign lands
These are the best laid plans, and this is the best planned answer
I’ll sever harpers head personally with a hand carved wood machete how’s that for using resources economically
My hypocrisy is matched only by their moral poverty
I’ll kill rob with a ford f150 in the name of irony
Turn parliament hill into a dozen cemeteries
Fuck rocks I throw incendiaries
International expression of defiance
Burn the churches and build slums on the steeples
I want freedom for all peoples
Mixing pigs and politicians to create a concrete foundation to build a new world without borders and cops
Growing food instead of cash crops
But maybe we should look where we’re always afraid to go
The revolution can only grow In our minds and hearts
Why do you think they keep cutting funding to the arts?
So Im gonna turn parliament hill into a dozen libraries
Fuck rocks compile anthologies
I’m gonna kill rob ford with Margaret atwood poetry
In the name of irony
And open harpers head to compassionate philosophies.
Smash the state with calligraphy
Re write a world without borders or cops
Cause in our minds we grow food, not corporate cash crops.
Skum,
I like the piece, though it's a little tough to chew without the capitals on the proper names (except, for some reason, Margaret?). Unfortunately I have no suggestions for the beginning...I like the way it bulldozes in to the piece...but I'll give it some thought and another reading in a couple of days and see what's what.
WB