A symphony of occupying sirens
Strike before you’ve fired up your irons
Drop you to the dog pack, slice you up,
divide you up amongst the lions
Everybody chasing,
for a tiny taste
of the lifestyle of a tyrant
Me, I only want a taste of tyrant
I like my meat rare
Where the red’s still vibrant
No one wants to work, so we’re now hiring
any hungry product of impoverished environs
Who’s Desperate enough to eat
to work a 40-hour week
and still not make a single end
that meets another end beside it
before you even knew to speak,
your poverty was long decided
Your future preordained into a potter’s field the state provided
Heaven sent, and laser-guided
Straight into the mouths of those who saw the truth, and kept it quiet
Right into the parasite that works the nerve that bought their silence
Somewhere undisclosed within the Virgin Islands
Where stomach-turning Irony’s the likeliest of private pilots
Drop a little weight off over open-oceans rolling mileage
Never ask a sleeping Agent what’s behind those rolling eyelids
Never ask a decent act of Joseph Biden
Never ask a Voting-Blue-No-Matter-Who Democrat about their favorite politicians finance
Or just how many licks until they’re crashing off their Vyvanse
And Comedown to the brutal truth
Of shackled feet and tied hands
Rolling amber waves of piss
That soak your Broken Promised-Land
For worse, or better,
I will live and die an honest man
Who crawled, and clawed, and fought to stand
where truer words were contraband
Where Human Birth was in demand,
Regardless of your circumstance
So you were forced to term
By laws that never saw a doctors hands
So, A plague on both the houses of the ruling class
May all their shifting sands
be burned to pools of cooling glass
So, everywhere they look,
their own reflection’s drooling back
With hungry eyes,
unrecognized,
unverified,
and Bible Black.
A collaborative ode to the mythology and culture of the Czech Republic, pairing meditative poetry with menacing sounds. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 12, 2022
