THE DOGS OF THE FINANCE

 

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The dogs of the finance that cut this brain

as if made of cardboard in nothingness

convinced that the wars, the carnages must

not cease at least for a moment they shall

defraud and betray, shall sacrifice the stupid

guys, the patriots they shall drive a fire

into their belly and broken stones into their

head never visited by ideas and they shall

make them pork cracklings with bombs

with uranium that make an endless carpet

of fire from which nothing is edible neither

the nose nor the lips, no longer do the corpses

exist but only cinders and ashes – but when

the war gives up the ghost the moneys remain

in the bank vault of the financiers and they

laugh with the foam at their mouth

in the bunkers at the first hours of the morning

if by any chance some atomic blaze like a pink,

incandescent flower, white ghosts didn’t gush

forth. The dogs of the finance bring out a precious

stone made of carbon that still attacks our heart

and our conscience – far from the killers of yesteryear.