You bring your bodies. I bring
mine
Let us arrange them in neat rows
Head matching the torso. Arms matching the legs
What doesn’t match shouldn’t bother
us
Whole number is the whole human
To exchange stories of how
Missiles, guns, bombs, machetes,
stones…
Blasted, shot, blown, chopped, hit…
Our god in heaven obliterate satan
to eternal burning hell
Our god gouge eyes of satan in
hell
Let us now haggle on numbers and claim
avenging for blessed martyrs
Let us yell our narration of
morals through shrieks of pain
Dead people of your land dance in
joy in our land
Dead people of our land dance in
joy in your land
Do you hear the beat?
