Shawls of dead child meat
Wielded like salami
His person excited
In deadness and army

Big long ****** **** just speared through a child’s cot....

There’s nothing to say...
In lullaby trauma
They dance like boulders
An avalanche of gracelessness
Bob their own children on their shoulders

The dust the poor breathe in reluctantly
That this systematic, cinematic dentistry leaves...

... chokes to the core
An ocean of innocence strives to be pure
But the big bulldozer bullies
Won’t stop dealing this misery
And moving around dead pieces in their glee

You see... this is it. No discussion, no big debate– no “it’s ****...”                                          
- the truth - no words could ever account for this.

Don’t come near!
I’m talking to you, you hear?
I’m no longer your purposeless teacher.
Here before you now stands a graceless dangerous treacher.
Have you come here to fight, my dearest pupils?
Here, now, I have no scruples—
Fools! Prepare!