Mozambique

Dimensions? Yeah, if life is a starburst I have big bags of candy, unlike the stars; Not bright as they are, causing my tooth decay And I still smile, and raise the warm hot sun; I am that one percent called Mozambique To foster nations, straight off with our heads, I have something to say, to flat out tell, Fuck thin blue . . . they aren't gods. "Neither are they!" Bullshit, turn t'ward the front, Blindfold their eyes? They have to die, a fusillade of stones, There's no redeeming God to save their lives, To stoke their hate but death's undulling scythe. My Love . . .won't let me deny love this real: My footsteps fall t'ward the sound of their war cry.