Beaton Galafa - Return That Right

Free the gun loaded with bullets of injustice

The rock of a heart will pull the avarice trigger

Throwing fleeing jiggers into disarray,

The peon manning drones of serfdom

Bombs clustering a primitive race worshiping the god of equality

Jovial skins at secession hang from the withered corpse,

Heavy artillery shelling down reigns of freedom

Tailors in a death camp knitting lips,

Depriving the tongue the birth right to taste sugariness

Accord me a tummy that will swallow all gold

A throat that sanctifies vomiting some vomits

Rabid dogs racing for the dirty dirt,

Pray the dybbuk usurps the scorched corpse

Anger that races from belly up the torn throat

Until I squeeze and tear apart the cry babies,

A reign of blood will lead you through

Curve out martyrs of rotten clay men fighting maggots,

Welcome the wolf that chews all into ash

I too, have the right to oppress.

Beaton Galafa

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