Saturday, May 25, 2019

Kit Kelen #1240 - a little prayer for Europe

1240
a little prayer for Europe


these days
big!
boots and bulldozers
borders all over

aeroplane
fire engine

hear the birds sing?
shoot them
that’s what they’re for  

won’t you build me a wall

see the ancient tree?
get a saw

everyone smashes glass
burns the place down
we’ve all given up being nice

I love coal and I love oil
love everything that burns

put a match under all of the others
dirty foreigners, the lot

we’re the bastards
set this world on fire

these days
everyone gets to be Hitler

please God, can I be?
all bow heads  the will is divine
won’t you pray along with me

you can wipe out the ones you don’t like at all

poofs and Muslims, commies, Jews

and I will be the boss, alright?

be saluted
busy to wreck
be supported!
so many lieutenants
to get the job done

everyone gets to be evil these days
it’s much more fun than being good

once you get going
get in the swing
lopping off heads is just great
teach them a lesson they’ll never forget
lopped heads look good on a pike

then there’s hanging
I’m getting excited
getting hard now
streets have been lined this way

I love to humiliate the others
have them wet the bed
let’s do experiments on them

and burn witches!

everyone eats his/her fellow creature
go on, admit it
best fresh, still alive

humanity?
don’t make me laugh

I’m First Person Shooter

take down your pants
and show us your stuff
that’s how the race will survive
and so pure!

like we always was
and now we’re great again

name up in lights!
atrocity!

you don’t need any kind of a plan
don’t have to make any sense

empty one’s brain
never much use
here, you can borrow my gun

why kick balls
when you can kick heads?

I like a squirming victim
not too loud though with the squeals
or they will be your last
that’s good!

jealous, I am
and mainly want more
petrol and daylight
cake, eat it too

get dizzy with myself some days
want Russia
and Russia wants a piece
want England
want the USA

roll out my tanks
drop all my bombs
and a ratatat ratatat
wonderful fun!

everyone wants to be Hitler
just once
have ironists for breakfast
don’t mock
any tired little bear would
eat up the picnic

no memory is required for the dream
it’s fully escorted
the buffet is all you can eat

a trip to hell!
are you coming or what?

everyone’s tucked up by mummy to bed
now every cosy night

don’t worry, don’t worry
it’s not as if
all of the grownups are out of the room
no one will know what we did

and then you simply say amen

heaven’s still waiting
it’s yours 

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