A Child's Shadow

I have stood knee deep in mud and bone

and filled my lungs with mustard gas.

I have seen two brothers fall.

I have lain with holy wars and copulated with the autumnal fallout.

I have dug trenches for the refugees

I have murdered dissidents where the ground never thaws

and starved the masses into faith.

A child's shadow burnt into the brickwork.

A house of skulls in the jungle.

The innocent, the innocent, Mandus, trod and bled and gassed

and starved and beaten and murdered and enslaved.

This is your coming century!

They will eat them Mandus,

they will make pigs of you all and they will bury their snouts into your ribs

and they will eat your hearts!