had the hope of millions
but listen
young woman gang raped on a
crowded public beach in the
middle of a sunlit afternoon
and what do you do?
film it for yr
friends back home
sing yr song in a
voice not quite human
tongue made of stone
fist driven hard into
the face of the sleeping child
nervous laughter and old
blood and do you get it?
middle of the fucking day
no mercy and then
finally
no hope
jackal king grows fat in
this kingdom of ignorance
blade of truth slashes
without hesitation across the
laughing face of god
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