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