how will we burn down the town?
have we not seen
a joyous scene.
The Spanish stole
the streets of gold.
Then to god
where they then sold
but now the saints
pay for their sins.
Tell me pope
where to begin.
in the sky
how will I know
when I'm high.
If old Hubbard has been here
then he can clean the blood
out Jesus's beard.
If you say that you are saved
Explain why you are murders slave.
these useless, useless wars
to spread disease on foreign wars.
You close eyes
all in denial
then shed tears
You think that we don't know your game
but we have once have held your brain.
Feed to us your poison grain
how humane of you to teach your pain.
So children just in seek of food
you just try to change their mood.
You tell them to lay down and die
so you can have your pie in a sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem