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My Olive Breasts My olive breasts are covered In Western urine and sweat, In Russian vodka and vomit, In mustard from Asad the chef, Who bakes with toxic dribble Iranian and Turkish bomb cakes. Nations of hate, It will not be me Who’ll take you away! Rebels trained by the CIA Launch infidel lethal grenades Paid with Saudi lazy gold. A million Goliaths from Israel Enforce an embargo in Gaza On crackers, slings and stones. Hyenas fathered by Blair Behead innocent people. May sharpens their swords. Priests of hate, It will not be me Who’ll take you away! In the streets of Ankara Dozens begged my return But perished in Gladio attack. Eloquent porters in Europe Feed the masses with fear Shutting borders and hearts. Traders of hate It will not be me Who’ll take you away! Doctors brutally killed, By silent fighter jets Sent by Peace Nobel Prize. Rivers and rivers of Syrian blood Desperate flow through humble canyons Carved in mountains of media lies. Gods of hate It will not be me Who’ll take you away! As my mission in this world is to wait, Nude and simple as I came here, For a big testosterone eruption To wash down the power of states And all the filth that their leaders Splashed on my olive breasts. Copyright © 2015. Tony Martin-Woods Todos los derechos reservados. All rights reserved. Poem started in the night of the 9th of October and completed in the afternoon of the 10th, following the Ankara bombings.
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