What a waste of space
said the hope not kissing up
a rainbow flag, just knocked about
somewhere beyond
the sunny hills of Teheran
litres of hate are lashing down
streaming clockwise
towards the DNA of involution
promoting their right to be
young folks larking it up
ordering censorship at the bar
What a waste of sweat
said Jesus not coming down
from the cross, pungently holding
a sarcastic comment:
We're not made in the image of his father
if we get bothered by a colour
a favour
some lovers
just kissing each orther
kilos of rage are weighting down
the motion of the planet
spirituality is mooching around
along the endless queue of a fast food
In a sunny afternoon in Manhattan
Poetry remains the cutie, light-hearted Resistance
the gaiety of a pink sword
the brightest of future:
the queerest, the better!
said the hope not kissing up
a rainbow flag, just knocked about
somewhere beyond
the sunny hills of Teheran
litres of hate are lashing down
streaming clockwise
towards the DNA of involution
promoting their right to be
young folks larking it up
ordering censorship at the bar
What a waste of sweat
said Jesus not coming down
from the cross, pungently holding
a sarcastic comment:
We're not made in the image of his father
if we get bothered by a colour
a favour
some lovers
just kissing each orther
kilos of rage are weighting down
the motion of the planet
spirituality is mooching around
along the endless queue of a fast food
In a sunny afternoon in Manhattan
Poetry remains the cutie, light-hearted Resistance
the gaiety of a pink sword
the brightest of future:
the queerest, the better!