Would you
Like to call
Mask Shadow?
Asked a soldier
Someone
Had been standing
On your doorstep,
I wonder
Who it was?
For every bomb
Dropped on the mountain
There was a journalist,
Now they are all gone.
May all the leaders
Be buried
In one grave
-Where they can
Fight on
Alone.
The leader
Wears a hairnet
Of internment camps
So he can hear
The screams
Of his prisoners.
Lonely
Old ladies
Are all
That are left.
Beauty on the block
Dead men
Wander about in here
Deadmen
Wander down
The corridors
Stamping on the floors
Their movements
Like the sound
Of chains
Dragged over rocks
They went
All around
Their homes
Locking windows
Locking doors
From the outside
Yet still
They escape
The light bulbs
Flash on and off
The light bulbs
Are faint
The corridors
Are neglected
They are
Never cleaned
Then this
Beautiful girl
Appears from the lift
And it all goes
Silent
A silence of amazement
Because
She walks with angels
And nothing
Can change her
Monopoly
This is the state
Of the world today
Even the sunlight
Is turning grey
Beauty is in a barrel
The ugly gun thrives
Soldiers so maddened
By poor people’s lives
The pretence being
To leave no one alive
To their grinding poverty
And cries
This is monopoly
on a huge scale
death is a counter
that gets out of jail
who burns the houses
who blows up the streets
as trailing behind
are the refugees
