Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Swiss Cheese



From the River of Prawns to that of blood
And I wonder when the tyrant would stop
His blood bath and forfeit shitting on top
Of olive branch holding patriots in broad
Daylight before taking delight in flight
With the state’s coffers to hide in the Alps
Where cheese meets wine in the mouth and melts down
As our demands are met with a crackdown
Which we are told is stroking itchy scalps
To harden the heart of the excellent
Thief in chief who raids and kills innocence
And turns around to decree sweet nonsense
With chants of his acts being a repellent
Which wrong we must, by right, fight to right.

11-30—12-01/2016

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