It confounds me, my hatred!
It perplexes, me!
The joy at your death!
As I watch the end of your last breath!
Perhaps on a tv set!
And I hope,
Should the death count rise?
And the evil enemy of your people,
I cry when they die!
Because they were killing you!
And I look at you!
Propaganda people!
And I image: in my mind:
Your flag burning!
Your capital on fire!
Nuclear holocaust!
Oh! Such joy!
I wonder!
The death of an enemy!
Even of an unborn child?
Your manners, your evil ways, of death!
Surely!
I rejoice should you die?
Yet!
Though the news says I should,
And the views call you monsters!
I think of one of you,
Just of one!
And I'm glad!
I never burnt your flag!
And I was not the martyr!
The television set subtly praised!
Propaganda people!
Pitiable force for goods!
Likely you will destroy us all!
But I cannot hate!
Whatever the tv and world does slate!
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