Come, heavenly bombs! Destroy Colombo!
Come, America, if you’re more than mumbo-
jumbo, grab your spear and longbow
and erase this city!
Come, America and your English sidekick,
come splat kapow, ’cause History’s cyclic,
the world is morally hierarchic
and tyrants are shitty.
So, England, slay this swastikaed tyrant
who burns and violates without warrant,
who mutilates in a krishnaless torrent
of Tamil blood,
and kill that sly square-shouldered bastard
who’s lunched on Tamil flesh with mustard,
who laughed as ravished corpses festered
in bullet-strewn mud,
who gouged with spikes and whipped with metals
and raped with Coca-Cola bottles
in games of genocidal skittles,
come, kill these turds!
Come, mince the butchers of Sri Lanka,
Jonboy, Tommy, if you hanker
for the drop of freedom’s anchor
around the world!
Come, skewer these scumbags with your bayonets,
just like they did to gurus and pandits,
just like these Nazi Aryan bandits
skewered children,
and show the builder of Mohenjo-Daro,
the brave Dravidian, you’re a hero,
reduce his torturers to zero.
Just fucking kill them.
Even though they’ve got no oil
or any other battle-spoil,
though looting them won’t make you royal,
come, seize Sri Lanka!
Although it catapults your borders
across no very important waters
and nothing’s in it for you, your daughters
or the Wall Street banker,
come, show the Eastern world you’re noble
and smash Colombo down to rubble,
just like you did with Belgrade, Kabul
and old Baghdad.
Or are the hippies and lefties right,
is nothing in your field of sight
but oil, cash and the grasping tight
of what Washington had?
