Pit
Feb 25, 2022
Lenin told us not to.
Smelling the Amazon.
Publishers manufactured it.
Consent was given long ago.
Who to blame?
Myself perhaps.
I haven’t walked enough.
Missiles on missions.
It’s not us.
It’s them.
Peace.
Destruction.
Crowns weather.
Bones wither.
Stop this.
Stop this.
What does a worker do?
Toil, toil, toil.
Shut up.
Toil.
Bombs in your well.
No water.
Sirens.
Missiles on missions.
Bombs in your lawn.
No food.
Alarms.
Missiles on missions.
Toil.
Toil.
Toil.
Boom.
Bombs at your factory.
Bombs on your bus.
Bombs in your bedroom.
Bombs on your child.
Bombs.
Bombs.
Bombs.
Boom.
Go to work.
Boom.
Your economy needs you.
Your country needs you.
