Know


Hear this now
Your sweet baby boys,
Now fine young men,
Are having a good
No life like it
Time
With taxes for
Helicopter fuel
Buzzing down low
On our peace camp
Like locusts
Plaguing our thoughts
Starring in our
Jaw-clamping
Nightmares.
When they are done
They will spend
The rest
Of the night
Buzzing Mohawks
In the treatment centre