#327 - our murderers

24.xi.20

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our murderers

lest we forget  

 

brave boys

they did this in your name

my name

ours

and by the way we paid for it

top dollar too

we’re still paying some of them

they’re ‘serving’

they’re laying low

 

the medals shine!

 

we have worshipped them

lay a wreath for the living

 

here’s our Yasukuni

 

boys will be boys

what’s next?

 

our murderers!

 

lest we forget them

rough and rowdy when they let off steam

and what do you expect?

 

they love the word cunt

as in

‘should I drop this one?’

 

a blooding

has been sacred

call it a ‘culture’

 

it’s all cunt and kill with them

 

isn’t ‘unlawful killing’ weasely?

no, it wasn’t it, it wasn’t like that

no room on the chopper

and hard to make decisions like that

 

why should we not glory in

39 MURDERED BY OUR BEST

defenceless civilians!

our brave boys did that

 

there for us!

that was history’s stage

were we advancing?

turn the page

and past behind

 

will we be jasmined if we remember?

 

one of them with the double barrelled VC

for gallantry

kings queens graciously pleased

 

oh they were all under terrible strain

can you imagine the PTSD

for instance, of the killer?

some have topped themselves since

 

remind me who is it tells no tales

and

should we be perturbed?

 

questions to bother

cream of the cream

but

will they come for us in our beds

say cunt and kill?

 

no we are white and pay their wages

we are white and free

 

young and

one is a businessman

 

the valour must be conspicuous

the rising sun is brighter

 

one was father of the year

and later sweep under the carpet

 

not the first murderer awarded …

where do you think that empires come from?

 

but let’s not have trial by poetry

let’s do it properly

with a court in the village

come brothers and sisters

children, mums, dads

 

let’s have everyone tell who is gone

how it is

THIRTY NINE MURDERED

how many living deaths then?

hearts forever bung?

 

my father’s slouch hat’s decomposed now

 

who was it sent them off by the way?

who turned the blind eye

all up the chain?

for oil to heat the world

let’s not forget revenge

and valour

 

all for the sun still rising

and at the going down as well

sacred all along!

 

little Johnny gallipolized us

Murdoch made it happen

in between cooking a planet

 

it’s been a casual kind of hatred

holy, so to say

 

with monument and more to come

national soul is a flimsy fabric

out of harm’s way here

 

do you see a pattern?

does the flag rot through?

 

we have plausible denial

 

not human

that’s how

couldn’t matter

 

a blooding

with cunts

like shooting a dog

and over and over

 

why not?

we’re there

has to be a first

 

keep mum

they love their mummies, their wives

daughters

 

cunts

must not speak

 

and dead cunts tell no tales

 

they themselves have been sacred till now

 

and it’s all in our name

somewhere we must have signed for this

and now the goods are delivered  

 

it’s not a difficult conjugation –

sorry is not going to cut it…

we need a ‘never again’

 

I want to hear Smoko say it

‘I am

you are

we are

ashamed’