Bora born

The fat lady sings _

Look west young man, earth graze the sun
over empire's last head long run
into chaos on eagles wings
kneel down while the fat lady sings.

To the beat of those drums of war
she's used each time for more encores.
Innocence slaughtered blinds the eye
exceptional people lie cry.

The harlot's children rise to fame
ISIS is us, slaughter for gain.
Four hundred years of tortured greed
all life bows down to feed her breed.

Diabolical evil finds
principles debauched within mind.
Cause and effect's hermetic pace
crack time lines resealed out of place.

The sword of truth in russia's hand
prepares the way to make a stand
against the harlot's rotted tooth
sweets refined an oligarch's use.

Iraq, libya, pakistan
armenia, afghanistan.
Tunisia, now egypt's lot
the harlot stirs her putrid broth.

Zion's kempt hidden master plan
deceives through elite silent hands.
Corporate filters design the news
insouciant masses purview.

Ukraine destroyed, russia won't dance
to the beat of fascism's chant.
Stars and stripes fully unfurls on
the harlot's uni-polar world.

Brics nations prepare the day
the harlot has no clothes to pay
for debt incurred from endless wars
of terror wrent on distant shores.

Cultures slaughtered with children's blood
order out of chaos to flood
nation states in human waves of
dispossessed fleeing undug graves.


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©  8th aug 2015 _ Nhawrr yirrpa

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