Bang Bang Bang
Bang, bang, bang, you are so hungry— Beneath a shady tree, where tender buds Drink the showers of light, no mercy Through the ripened fields so thirsty. You chase ruined dreams of the poor peasant, Hitting the streets where small merchants Sell their second hands, before the crescent Climbs. you've dropped where resurgence Is done, where wounds are healed, And infants know not your hits and thrall. Bang, bang, over the holy shrine, you’ re pleased To decimate where divine light does befall. Bang, bang, your care not who walks the road, Blind men and cattle all shall share your load. ----Affaq Nabilone