Long Live Poem by Bengt O Björklund

Long Live



Long live extreme and august anger
fortifying unity of mass destruction
under the word of want and sword
of one eloquent man alone.

Burning gain is far more exciting
than the anguish of poverty,
dark hearts speak louder
than unpaved streets.

Long live the voices
that pray for blood,
unforgiving instigators
of fear and obliteration.

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