And here, before the poem starts,
outspokenly wild and immense thanks to Lisa Gerrard .
I once had a postcard pic of a boy in Viet Nam running down a dirt road to
This nude little fellow human
Nearly died from the shock
of bombs dropped
by the soldiers of an army
that may have meant well.
- I can tell you, can you tell it back to me ?
For the sake of
mankind: Will you please
stop killing innocents?
I imagine Kissinger keeps his Franconian grin while suffering the reward for all those atrocities.
Fortunately for him he departed soon enough
to avoid the gory NAZI games
which would have sealed his fate
*this is Dead Can Dance!