Nra = Isis? Poem by Kevin Patrick

A culture of vultures
Suckle their black milk amendment
And feast over corpses
Practising their false Sunday repentances
Singing the stars spangled banner
Worshiping fresh blood, at their god's altar
Always showing a Polite Manner
When children are fed to leads slaughter


Thick Logical Leopards
See nothing of reason
Black and white, their right
Open all Hunting season
Flag waving fanatics,
stars n stripe crack addicts
making their livings
profiting in mass killings




They rub their fingers on triggers
and Prey to the holy bullet
smell gun oil and get vigour
within their raging carnage pulpit
Is it Egotistical Machismo?
Or protestant parasitism?
Fixated on being Commandos
In their ideological Infantilism


Their Children walk to school,
Leaving to graduate in abattoirs
You go to the latest disco
End in a machine guns repertoire
You went to see a movie
but you star in a massacre
Country music brings out the hicks
With assault gun calibre



And Stars and Stripes wave
in the cold light of day
Salute the hole called America,
Shaped as a grave
Its every man's right
to end up in a body bag
If you're a real patriot,
you'll wear it as the flag