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The president
is smiling to himself; he loves war
And another
one is coming any day now.
At night we
can feel the merriment
In government
offices and TV studios
With the
clatter of tanks rolling out army camps.
The mortuaries
are being scrubbed clean.
Soon they’ll
be full of grim young men laid out in rows.
Already the
crowd gurgles with delight
The bird-sweet
deceits, the deep-throated lies
About coming
battles and victories.
Dark-clad
sharpshooters on rooftops
Scan the
esplanade for suspicious pigeons,
Blind men
waving their canes in the air,
Girls with
short skirts and large bosoms.
Now go to
sleep, little dummy, says the ventriloquist. |