surfeit of war so much history and pride, having
sleepy head so full of victories
unjustified, almost no power
answer obsequiousness of others,
Capitol, the alien conqueror of ancient Mesopotamia, the old
the Chaldeans, is again
proclaimed ruler of his empire, succeeding himself once again, when your skin
not yet dry finish
something
Euphrates water colored by the blood of the locals,
water from one of the two great rivers Sumerian
the unpronounceable name, Capitol
and used to scent your cold, vinegary body.
always followed by his horde of beardless,
confused, profane soldiers myopic
armed with the latest technology in the service of the damage,
dresses to fashion snail brown striped cross
believe anything like the warriors of ancient Greece
but knowing that even
become symbols of something human, that's how
made his umpteenth coronation
to the edge of dark blood-stained gaps Babylonian
while, Capitol, for a minute to propel the screaming, wildly
the collective obsession
to continue taking over locations not yet determined.
is so full of himself until
believed to be one of those hyenas
nursing the lambs in a sheep killed by him.
He believes the deal the cards great poker history,
and mirrors is reflected as a scrawny, frigid
Charlemagne
whose sole aim is to continue expanding as the execrable
sticky material that is
to cover the entire surface of the planet, always
doing with your right hand frozen
that gesture with which despises and rejects anything
as he frightens a fly.
Perhaps the taste of gall
that always permeates
tongue is what lets you know that will never rest in peace, and that its next
,
elapse eternal future in a barren, lonely, endless field gravel,
in ways that would never can understand.
Capitol is the great chief of a village idiot cocky and obese
of white, and feel increasingly proud of xenophobia
sips from his disastrous birth
proud of knowing the brightest of the monsters. Just load
an old restlessness,
and is back in his youth,
the beginning of his statement,
long before this last outpost, an old prophet
black, slave future confidence, dare
to predict that he would be inscribed in history as a mighty conqueror
.
But doomed to hatred,
until the end of time.
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