A city on amphetamines.
Wants to atone
Breathe, breathe, breathe
For the war.
Blood flows on bicycles,
Cycle, cycle, cycle
Blood of young buttocks
In their veins.
Too crowded to touch
in this parking till death.
Solidarity?
Only then in Poland,
Only then workers.
Lech Wałęsa,
Yet, better still:
Che, Che Che
Stands for the sea of Tel-Aviv,
And drinks the water of the sea of Gaza.
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