Ruling The Ruin Kingdom
Gory, bloody, mortar and flesh
Years past, years planning ahead
We’ve been turning them into soldered souls,
of their own demise
Their children, their next generations we extinguish
just like that!
Molds of toys, like putrid blood and petrified plastic
Bodies - humiliated, tarred, burnt, and rusted
of their bleeding wounds
To cover this all, we got
Their mutilated harmless wasted bodies
With this horror, we create for them
this scent of democracy
The orgy of our rebuking civility motto
We revel in this death-lust freedom we have…
Children, women, elderly – all killed together, so rapidly
So guilelessly, that’s all we have to do
That’s all we do with machines and devil men
We rule as we destroy
Their homes, futures, honor – everything of theirs
We don’t know the words dignity or human rights
When they can all be salvaged savagely in one button’s click after click, after click
Deception’s glory, trauma’s our hall mark
Look at our good nature,
The courtesy of bedeviled, malicious,
Infesting soul-less power minds,
Off we execute our many endless operations
Chop, chop, chop
The land must be chopped
Divided to weaken it to its core
Split, split, split
Kill the culture, kill the faith
Kill the unborn in their mothers’; wombs
They live off of our trash anyway
Hurt, hurt,
Hurt some more,
Hurt the dead-bodies, even more
Cut, cut, cut
Slay every innocent, indigent
Crush, crush, crush
All that they have, or they could have
Named ‘terrorists’ they are
Punish their freedom fights
They retaliate once, we kill them all
How dare they ask for their land back?
Their natural resources, belong to us
We do, we erase their graveyards, too
Desecrate their holy book, demolish their mosques
Demoralize their society, their culture
And very their beings, we humiliate all they are
Make it impossible for them to live
Make them walk all scared, work without any work, any peace,
Disallow them any dreaming,
Let them be scared to death, anguished-dazed,
Suffocating with that scare they breathe
Tear their human shield
We can always say that it was justified
We have back-up from our friends
Oh, how they are entrapped in our schemes
Their own brothers don’t, can’t come to help them,
So great for us, great for our alliance to pillage a lot more
We enjoy getting so down and dirty, we don’t feel a thing
This dismal, morbid & bleak hue of these poor peoples’ tragic end,
Of startled future and shook present, that they worry about
Since they are so many in number,
Every moment of torture, we gift to them
Mighty we,
We rule the ruin kingdom, as wide as are the ends to our sight
Unless they unite, assert them-selves and fight back
Fight back, with all their might
Unless they beat us at own games
Till then, we rule this ruin kingdom of ours
Till then, we will remain merciless and even play God
note: a polemic & sad poem with a little hope at the end