A shot,

anti-madness

Popped in the arm.

Head is spinning,

some tele…

Hush,

rockets wrecking,

avenging,

a general dead,

the world get’s more violent yet.

Sanctified economic measures,

neo-liberal dark pleasures.

Conquer and sell,

consume, bribe if you can,

kill if necessary.

Drones are the same as a video game,

to easy a kill.

Everybody goes still,

ill wind makes the war bells sing.

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