Those to whom mad power is magnet
are our cannibal enemies,
dismiss them all,
my love lost, weeping doves.
We are their victims,
those robbed of belief,
each 'great man' is an embryonic deity,
his lust is to destroy.
'Build another Empire,
mummify the glorious past'
No, no and no again! .
We alone are the future.
Let us have
our replica of Heaven
albeit scarred,
we ask no more.
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