These are not men
\nthey can’t be
\nthey cannot have hearts
\nfor to do
\nthe shocking work
\non the sands on the snow
\nvile,vicious vandals in blue<\/p>\n
suckling pups, tiny babies
\ncrushed with their sticks
\nits goodbye
\nspilt open ripping their
\npoor little organs
\nexposing them now to the sky
\na tangle of guts
\nand soul organs
\nthrown in a heap to create
\nthe most evil stench
\nof resentment
\nsomeone above
\nclosed their gate<\/p>\n
sweet little eyes
\nclosed around us
\nno more the sand
\nor the sea
\nthese little darlings
\nwere lost yes forever
\nmurdered so mercilessly<\/p>\n
These are not men
\nthey just can’t be
\nnot men with hearts
\nand with souls
\nnot men who sleep
\nand who dream
\nand who weep
\nbut men who sweep down
\nwith long poles<\/p>\n
how comes they dare
\nto work out in the air
\nhearing the sick silent screams
\nthat tears at the truest emotions
\nand produces the vilest of dreams
\ndisembowelled babies snivelling
\nshapes
\nin little pools of their own
\nblood it has run and dried in the sun
\nwhere the flies and their maggots
\nhave grown<\/p>\n
and who are the wholesalers
\nready,
\nto take up the dried little skins
\nto ship them to China to Taiwan
\nwherever
\nand treat them and sell them
\nthe sins
\nof the master, his bank rolls are growing
\nhe walks with a stoop and he dares
\nto smile at the women who work
\nin his office
\nproud of his filthy affairs<\/p>\n
and who are the women
\nand who are they really
\nwho dream that a coat could be there’s
\nthousands of dollars for soft silky collars
\nand very few saying their prayers
\nvast sums of money are changing hands
\nquickly
\nbidding for tonnes of raw skin
\nthe assassins get paid for their most grisly work
\nbut their time on this earth’s wearing thin<\/p>\n
Karma is close to their being
\nCancer is waiting to see
\nthey bend over bodies they’ve slaughtered
\ntheir backs cracked with pain instantly
\nthey smell of an odour of dying
\nno soap clears the filth actually
\nits ingrained in their soul urge
\nand tissues
\nthey murder for financial gain
\nshed men assassins a most evil breed
\nwho have worms growing deep in their brain<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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