09. The Letter Bomb

The Letter Bomb

Our war, your land
Your war, our land
So, who with iron hurts
with the iron will be hurt

Flowers Fields?
Where born money?
Whatever you do, Arafat died
And Bush is alive:
A big boom in the minds
Of who would read
Who didn’t but doesn’t know how

BANG BANG release the loose cannon
From the dealer on the corner
At the vandal over the Wall
To slums from asphalt
The apolitical dirt
Nonpolar, stuck

Metal tune sounds molten
From volcanic eruption
At the east Pacific islands,
At northeast Atlantic
At least in South America