Zywa The world is waiting for us

No dogs living here anymore
we beat them to death
They didn't have a chance
under our sticks

We laughed at their whining
and at the girls
who didn't dare to look
who ran away

to where they belong
There was a hysterical child
who had hidden a dog
We hunted them together

as if they could escape
Afterwards the girl mowed
away sand between her knees
with her bare hands

The world is waiting for us
to be cleansed
We will free it
from every godless dog

Poem 2033
Amsterdam, 2019-01-16

Joan Baez in Baghdad in 1951
Collection: Short Sermons 
Keyword: Religion: cruelty 
Keyword: Iraq% 
Tribute to: Baez, Joan 
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