On votes and power and dead kids

see that man?
a terrorist
his wife
and children too
I know for sure
trust me on this
like all
my voters do
you should fear
those people there
I saw them
eyeball you
killers
that is what they are
trust me, it is true

give me your vote
and I’ll protect
I know
what should be done
give me the power
before you know
all your fears are gone
give me your kids
daughters and sons
I’ll tell them
where to aim
I’ll give them guns
fire and bombs
and pay them back
in fame

fear them, fear those
fear them right there
trust me
you should fear
give me power
give me votes
and when I pass
you cheer

thank you
for supporting me
you made
the right one boss
I’m here for you
she was so brave
I’m sorry
for your loss

please excuse me
I have to go
your neighbours
need to hear
their neighbour
is a terrorist
how you’re the one
to fear

put your faith
in noble words
not theirs
just mine are true
I cannot tell you
all the why’s
but trust me
I’ll save you
be afraid
but not of me
I’ll point out
who to blame
you’ll fight
and kill
and mame
and rape
based on
my righteous claim

The Maggot Succession

“bring more maggots
– many more –
for they will feast
on rotting flesh”

the king’s court healer
is at a loss
and takes a gamble
he knows he’ll lose

“but rotting flesh
is all that’s left”

the king’s queen cries
through tears
and fears

the king breathes heavy
no limbs are left
blind and deaf
he feels the pain

the jester jokes
lightens the mood
but no one laughs
they do inside

the people
they prepare a feast
their evil king
will die real soon
years of hunger
oppressed
and sick
a dying king
signals a change

the maggot gnaws
nibbles and bites
digests and cleans
all rotting flesh

soon,
only a heart remains
ice cold stone
maggots ignore

the jester jokes
lightens the mood
“a tiny coffin
will do just fine”

no one laughs
but they do inside
the king is gone
stone heart is dead

long live the queen
long live the queen
long live the queen
for she is fair
she’ll rule us now
and we’ll be fine
we’ll live and prosper
we’ll wine and dine

and after years
the queen got named
‘queen iron heart’
she’s cold inside
and people wish
he’d rule them still
the stone heart king
should not have died

Justice

a bruised woman walks
in clothes torn and dirty
and clanking chains

her hair a mess
barefooted
bloodied
numb

an angry mob spits
and shouts and swears
throws feces and rotten fruit
she does not listen
she does not dodge

the men are enraged

men stare at her ass
and grab her tits
when she brings them ale
they hope for sex
and make dirty jokes
when no one is looking
they pleasure themselves
to the memory of her

the women are vengeful

women stare at her dress
gossip and scheme
yell at their men for looking
and call her a whore
a slut and a harlot
they tell the magistrate
over and over again
something should be done

the kids… well, they follow
their parents’ lead

a boy falls when playing
chafes his knee and cries
she picks him up
cleans the wound
and tells him a joke
her warm smile
makes him forget the pain

the magistrate waits

he visits her many times
his wife does not know
but after many people came to him
he has no choice
a woman shall not be promiscuous
the penalty is clear

a bruised woman kneels
as the executioner takes her ear
the mob goes silent
a scream
blood runs and drips
an ear is held high
the people cheer

justice is done

a proud woman stands
and is unashamed
as the mob goes silent

for all her troubled life
to herself she was true