Darling darling this world is mess
A mixture of wealthy corporations
Selfish bureaucracies slithering for our money
That melts away like cheap wax
every time we see commercials ads.
Darling darling
I want to cuddle you
like my new born
Before you rot in a ditch,
floating away down the river.
Bullets that have hatched into bodies
My body, a plastic bag
With fingers, lips and eyes.
Darling darling
bangs at the door
black boots standing at the exit
I shall weep under my bed
leaving my cereal and orange juice untouched.
Perhaps I am a tyrannical criminal,
boot impressions littered around the bodies in the road
Never the less, I cannot pray for a higher power anymore
Janjaweed Janjaweed.
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