THE SONS OF SODOM

 

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Among the multitudes

with their curly hair

paranoid, paraplegic

paralytic in their heads

the sons of Sodom, venomous

brood of vipers come and harvest

our vineyards stink the foul

coolness out and hide the harmless

sunlight, those perched

on top of the power give orders

to loot, orders to kill the children

to annihilate the aborigines

and they sell even their rags

and these paraplegic guys

sit at the banquets in the infirm

jubilation of the day and our

mountains become deserted.

The dark cemeteries – deluge

gathered the smells of the tempests,

of the debris where innumerable

vipers are celebrating the life

is getting thinner and is going

away to the paper skies

of the propellers that throw

excrement into the heads of the people.