The Navaleny Holiday Camp Poem by Kevin Patrick

Put all your infantile madmen far away
Somewhere free they can play....
Perhaps a nice little camp
And make them buchenwald lamps
Where they can spin their tops
And pay for their plots
At the Navalany holiday camp
Welcoming dictators, tyrants and kings



And they can play tug of war
Bathed in gore they adore
Without firing a shot
To the world's holocaust

We'll keep them safe in barbed wire
And wrap them up in crossfire
To make sure that their smeared
With their own fear



They can rattle their sabers and weave lies
To each other
Stand up on their soapboxes performing
To straightjacket big brothers
They can play with toy soldiers
And get bruised in the mud
And we can watch safe and sound
As they shed their own blood

Pew pew, Pow pow
The tyrants are down


They can stay there forever
And play there infantile games
Then we can be free
Of a world without pain

And when they lie down
We can turn on the gas
And let them eat cake
As we are free from their past


All monster are welcome
At the Navalany holiday camp