My country is my love, capitalism is my anger. Revenge is what I seek!

Do not go there

And be careless,

You will not see them

And care not.

My hearing is fine and I can see who you are.

The perfect place I did not know

I have an eye for you

Your not wanting

But for history

But wanting for another's child

To walk not for their love but for yourself,

To walk for the share price of little feet.

I imagined a better place

A better history

I offer you the past a place much more in the telling

I offer history in the present.

I offer children why not you offer me your love.

It is not wrong to kill anyone who would take your life

Do not value them more than yourself

Learn to turn to give no quarter

Learn to take from them a love

For their children.

It is a time for pirates.

This is the take down.

Anger does not make you wrong

The ritual of belief

Of holding fast to your closed eyes

Holding to your mother's tongue

Holding when your hands are empty.

For my mother I say this, dead and buried

I bettered those who betrayed you

For the next spring whose names are carved in stone,

Summer is come.