My olive breasts are covered
In Western urine and sweat,
In Russian vodka and vomit,
In mustard from Asad the chef,
Who bakes with toxic dribble
Iranian and Turkish bomb cakes.
Nations of hate,
It will not be me
Who’ll take you away!
Rebels trained by the CIA
Launch infidel lethal grenades
Paid with Saudi lazy gold.
A million Goliaths from Israel
Enforce an embargo in Gaza
On crackers, slings and stones.
Hyenas fathered by Blair
Behead innocent people.
May sharpens their swords.
Priests of hate,
It will not be me
Who’ll take you away!
In the streets of Ankara
Dozens begged my return
But perished in Gladio attack.
Eloquent porters in Europe
Feed the masses with fear
Shutting borders and hearts.
Traders of hate
It will not be me
Who’ll take you away!
Doctors brutally killed,
By silent fighter jets
Sent by Peace Nobel Prize.
Rivers and rivers of Syrian blood
Desperate flow through humble canyons
Carved in mountains of media lies.
Gods of hate
It will not be me
Who’ll take you away!
As my mission in this world is to wait,
Nude and simple as I came here,
For a big testosterone eruption
To wash down the power of states
And all the filth that their leaders
Splashed on my olive breasts.
Copyright © 2015. Tony Martin-Woods
Todos los derechos reservados. All rights reserved.
Poem started in the night of the 9th of October and completed in the afternoon of the 10th, following the Ankara bombings.
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