War

I vomit rights, I dance like I'm deaf

I vote for death in rhyme

I grit the scales: there's war underneath

And blood drips in a democratic way

Cross-hairs and crosses on graves,

I shut out the smell of damask-tablecloths

I'm killing Jesus inside me, so opposition will decay

And blood flows in a conservative way

Pretend we're in an amusement park, it might be easier

Let's break the rocking-horse's forehead into a million colourful pieces

Let's count, who gets the last marble

And blood squirts in a liberal way

I clap on my knees, I scream a new god

My fist is scratching at the neck of cannons

My boots are a pamphlet: I take it all in, to the right!

And blood splutters in a dictatorial way