Jack Boy
Jack Boy, valiant and courageous, they said
Immaculately towing the line
talking the talk and walking the walk
Jack Boy who fought for the horror we live in and we will die in.
The feminicide, and patricide,
the horror of the mob
who bay for blood every eve,
the knowledge of permanent hostility of the backward and irate
destined to engulf all in its deathly grasp
Jack who stood tall and brave
on the backs of children ravaged by Beriberi, Kwashiorkor and Marasmus
children staked by vultures waiting to gouge out their little yes
All is fair in war ...they said, impeccably
Jack Boy, articulately watching hordes perishing under you
Now you thrive in silence, the silence of the fool
the silence of the quilt
It's another bloody day in the land of your birth
I await you cry in agony in the dawn of the massacre
but you remain stoic as you lick the fruits of your judgment
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