Holler

I saw the best wars of my generation fought with out a reason
I saw the children of the holocaust genozide I saw the children of the iron lady cast in iron on desert fields fightin insurgents of their own land, I saw sucide bombers picking up the stick although they could hardly walk I saw limbs burning like ashes with a million faces in the sand and tongues ripped out from the chord still singing the words: “hallluhja” like there were no tomorrow and the cold of their tongues dripping like moist to the clay of a new tomorrow, hitting goliath were it hurts, I saw him getting hurt and whining like a bitch ignoring the million faces he stepped on to get there, I saw the twin towers he erected with money from the men tearing them down, I see the confusion, massillusion, phornographic insults of ingorance rising like tide, I see sell outs fucked from behind, hackneychildren screamin: “we are all jihad” as chaves throw riot fences at the pigs I see desert sands blowing in the wrong direction, I see prisoners of war in orange suits stripping down the leafs of dignity of the opressor, and all along rulers are holding generations in dark room lock down as we fight another war for no reason, board rooms with blind men getting rich either way the chips fall, I see journalists who lost control of the remote control controling them, I see beggars, school kids, schollars, priests, dancing to the sound of the pyied piper silently shouting for the long lost child to name the emperor’s new clothes, I see generals in uniforms laboured on the back of the unpaid, and that’s another war not fought for no reason, I see slavery reinstated by the former slaves of the svastika I see him laughing in the grave, I see women crying over dumb sons, mother’s lying for false men, I see it repeat again, pigeons fly like crazed crack heads against the window in chase of chastity, generations of fighters, rebels, revolutionaries in drug induced stupidity dancing to the prerecorded sounds of massinduced sleep letting them get away with murder, I see the children of the holocasut gasing the children of the gaza strip I see the children of arabs blowing them selfs up in discoteques I see the children of the promised land voting for the wrong president again, and again and again and, as the smoke clears, I see me, me, doing absolutely, absoultely nothing at all.