Ayn Christ (The Elephant in the Room)

who turned the sirens off?
let the fires go down?
left the door unlocked?
let the timer run low?

who was standing guard?  

this cause was lost from the start,
the whorses escaped through the cross
like camels through a needle hole

who taught them to read?
who gave them the privilege of silence to think
and killed our martyr with a pause?

the root of this evil was the allowance of a second thought!

who let the pigs breed beyond consent?
who took the bomb out of Japan and let China off the tracks?

Africans elect with Christ for the right to eat and thank us for
our conditional charity and free the inhumanitarian state from our plausible deniability claims
and this foreclosed mortgage of culture
and we will repossess only the labels, you can keep the meaning for free,
to yourself,
leave us out of your enlightenment....please.  

we are exempt from crime accusations and finger wagging pointing and broken now laugh at the funny mustache man he we think he
might be like Nazi and what was the original intent of making him his place to grow and why for
did we what when?  
who knows, Fear is addictive and we slight to spike up our veins to the roar of cable
t.v. informed malformations
and bright slogan chanting sensational figurines like powerful cocks with
screeching mouths
ejaculating on tits, faces, rear endings and eyes shut them tight this will sting--

war is a  favorite pornography jungle hot desert pile-driving hard-charging staged fucking,
we make our bitches scream the best,
accept roses like panty trophies and smell the sour wet
inhaled deep and ready to go
again.