Tribe
By celticman
- 1836 reads
Mourn too late at the thrown bones of fate.
Small ghettoes of the mind, open for business
Better to keep thought away
Scores to settle
Wait for a better day
When incestuous mongrels and media whores --
God is great!
Too late! Too late! Too late!
We’ll show you how we pray.
The language of the gun.
Scatter! Run! Run!
Nothing to me
Crying, screaming, lost dignity
You should have thought of that before
You stupid cunt lying curled on a toilet floor
Life’s not a game
Shot frame by frame
There’s still time
This isn’t a crime
Smoked your fucking disrespect
Your rude snobbery has horns
Goads us and leaves us no choice.
Balaclava, bomb and gun
Our god is One.
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needed a couple of reads to
needed a couple of reads to appreciate but when I got there I really liked it. We could all do with less interesting times couldn't we
I've changed the age rating mainly because of the cunt - you could change it to 12 if you prefer, but I think pg is a bit optimistic
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Hi CM
Hi CM
Another powerful bit of writing from you. Good writing, but awful truth of it.
Jean
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A really powerful reaction to
A really powerful reaction to this sad summer - this is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day
Get a great reading recommendation everyday
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Like insert, I had to read
Like insert, I had to read this several times to get the full impact. It's an immensely powerful piece - the only line I still can't quite get is "When incestuous mongrels and media whores"...maybe I'm just being a bit dense.
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Thanks for that celticman.
Thanks for that celticman.
(away to ponder some more...)
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