كلمات War

Tell of the birth Tell how war appeared on earth Thunder and herbs Conjugated sacred Verbs Musicians with gongs Fertilised an egg with song Asleep in the sphere Her foetus was a Knot of fear She butted with her horn Split an egg and war was Born A miracle of hate She banged her spoon against her plate Upon her spoon this motto Wonderfully designed: 'Violence completes the partial mind Stacking the bones On the empty aerodrome Tinted turtle green She haunts the slender submarine She shakes her gory locks Over the deserted docks Come follow me Out of dark obscurity Follow my torch Pilgrims at the double march Through meadows & seas Abattoirs and Libraries The pilgrims increase Boasting they are led by peace They gut huts with gusto Pillage villages with verve War does what she has to People get what they deserve.