The Overlord

James Kinnear

In the countries of the death and utterly dispossessed
From Iraq to little Palestine, and Afghanistan, and now Haiti and so many many more
On the violent streets of the broken cities of the new countries of the absolute overlord
Stand the parts and pieces of the skeleton houses,
Of the people who first started so many proud traditions of the human race

In their makeshift beds the little ones lie staring with ancient sinking eyes,
And twitching hands from sleepless screaming brains.
In the corners of the stinking oven rooms
There remain the ghostly forms of the once human parents
Feeding off tiny hopes and empty promises
While the victor and his gun stand guard outside their door

Their hungry minds and empty stomachs tell the story
From the waiting rooms of hell
How one day to that glorious place, without warning or invitation
The absolute overlord, praise his American name
Brought them Peace, and democracy
And now they are free, free at last
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah they are free at last!

No longer citizens of the world or even planet earth
Just slaves to work and die for the greater American Reich
No longer men who can stand up straight
Just cattle to kept in line
The herders of the flock appointed by the wolf.

Their young men dying
Their old men crying
Their homes and woman despoiled
Their name of their God
Used in vain
Again
And again

In the countries of the death and utterly dispossessed
From the cold caves high in the deadly mountains
Down to the valleys fair where the opium poppies grow

Now tended by the loving hands at the new masters command

In the countries of the death and utterly dispossessed
In the wild bush of the endless veldt

Where the mines of the overlord patiently wait

All over

They huddle and wait
The growing children of the desperate dispossessed
Are waiting
For winter always makes way for spring
And so they are waiting
For the beginning
Of the end
Of the season
Of the absolute overlord.



LitNet: 26 April 2004

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