Yes, the state of the union, as always with him, Drained of daylight, nature, warmth, truth.
Faces in the crowd, many old, many new, Terrorists wearing expensive suits Donning tooth-filled grins of empire's fidgeting certainty.
Bombs detonate, the crackle of guns, The swooping sound of civil blade. O God! Moan, cry, wail, scream! O Allah! Where have they taken us?
Faces in the crowd, many old, many new, Terrorists revolving bleached smiles' awkward ovation.
Gloom comes into the freshly whirled holes As raging verve and drizzle splatter down Their bitter death. O Jesus! Muhammad! It settles into them, crazed and swirling!
Faces in the crowd, many old, many new, Terrorists donning silk ties' determination.
O Death is quiet and life is loud and ferocious; A union of opposites dividing the path. War is ferocious! O Christ! O Allah! It's too great!
Faces in the crowd, many old, many new, Terrorists breathing out odious one-liners of duplicity.
O God! Allah! It is peace, not murder Cradling mankind to your face!
Anger sloping into minds, coursing the oily well, Yes, and then, forever comes a soundless rage, Searing, thunderous …crowded.
Drained of daylight, nature, warmth, truth.
Faces in the crowd, many old, many new,
Terrorists wearing expensive suits
Donning tooth-filled grins of empire's fidgeting certainty.
Bombs detonate, the crackle of guns,
The swooping sound of civil blade.
O God! Moan, cry, wail, scream!
O Allah! Where have they taken us?
Faces in the crowd, many old, many new,
Terrorists revolving bleached smiles' awkward ovation.
Gloom comes into the freshly whirled holes
As raging verve and drizzle splatter down
Their bitter death. O Jesus! Muhammad!
It settles into them, crazed and swirling!
Faces in the crowd, many old, many new,
Terrorists donning silk ties' determination.
O Death is quiet and life is loud and ferocious;
A union of opposites dividing the path.
War is ferocious!
O Christ! O Allah! It's too great!
Faces in the crowd, many old, many new,
Terrorists breathing out odious one-liners of duplicity.
O God! Allah! It is peace, not murder
Cradling mankind to your face!
Anger sloping into minds, coursing the oily well,
Yes, and then, forever comes a soundless rage,
Searing, thunderous …crowded.
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