Semiprecious Elysian Fields

8. "Tainted Halos"

Give us a war, not in August but in a greasy October
Where antsy pariahs will test their innocent blades
Against squinny preachers of hate and wisdom.
Give us a war, where a shiny guillotine awaits the Victor.

Give us the beautifully wretched war we clamour
So the fruit of your copulation may breath tomorrow.
To retell the tale of Gimba; an Achilles not yet bathed.
How they wrote his ills and sins on flakes of corn.

They did the writing, he will do the bad
Against oppressors of Justice and a scent released by envy.
He will be the Hercules that will savour a war yet to come.
Now, bring us this war so the future may rest.

Oh Sisters! Sisters of the sons of salvation
Hear the songs of a bubbling heart
A bubble that now cries under a shepherd's tent.

Oh affable sons of savoury salvation, listen
Follow the footwork of an afro-dancing heart
And give us war and plunder, flesh and blood, hearts and love.