And the war goes on and on
On all fronts from the north world
To the south verily decimating the peace
And harmonica in mayhem
Of flying ashes and dusts in the dead end of the thick sky
Fires of flashing darkness maiming the sweating bodies
Of the poor souls from the god-forsaken land
And the mothers of the wrinkly thinner children
Swearing and cursing the deflowered wombs of America
With a mask of Nazi face in disguise of a philander in Columbus land
Where the daily sun sets in thundering roars of violence
Upon the safe havens of the south world toiling and moiling
For a mere begging bowl of rice for the holy grail of life
Gilt-edged knives on the sly burn the little fingers
Of the god's small children playing and surfing in the lily pond
When the mangled bodies in flesh and blood of corpses
Littering sparsely all over the divergent places in a whirlwind
From hungry and thirsty Africa to the  latifundia of Latin America
From the gory sky to the landless flora and fauna
From the deserts of Iraq to the mountainous jungles of Afghanistan
Staring at those roaring ack-ack guns with deadbeat of hearts
In shock and awe of ever more hunger and beating thumbs of faminine

Who are those people from ancien regime
Who are those people from the dynastic colonial empire
Spewing Agent Orange to defoliate the leaves of the green sky
Manicuring the virgin soil of the wayfaring nature defrosted and denuded
As their own ancestral concubines in their honeycomb of bombs?
Who are these people? Who are those generalissimos in fatigues
Of unfaithful democracy selling at three trillion dollars at stake
In the gravy market of perishing flesh and blood of laissez-faire
Brandishing the ill-gotten laissez-passer to burn and slash in killing spree
And cooking up the puking conspiracy in a tug of war around the world
In streamlining the flood flow of green bucks of filthy lucres
Under the seatbelt of twin-tower crumbling down in daydreaming
In their thousand nights' harem foiling the spectres of sanctity?
Who are their castrated kulaks selling their libido in pentachords
To appease master killer’s machismo of the surge to kill and overkill
In appealing fornication in the killing fields of democracy
From the streaming Euphrates to the sacred land of the sages
In the squalid water of the Ganges days in and days out?

It is from the darkness of the wombs of America
The winds of nuclear winter have set in fireball motion
It is the juggernaut of skullduggery that rolls head-on
Raising the bogey of terrorism to hoodwink the blinding eyes
Of gullible souls to stand by the eunuchs to save their arse-holes
To wage the war of evils conquering the wooden world
Of all of its moral axioms in ruthless capital punishments
In sleight of hands of theological proximo and ultimo to wage war
Like a raging bull trampling the last bastion
Of semblance of goodness of fraternity
Of fulfilling peace, harmony and humanity

Kill America!
Echoed the hibakushas
From the warmth of their heart
During the nuclear winter
Kill the gigolos of America, kill
Cry the children lesser than nothing
Chewing their twittering little fingers
Sucking their mothers' breasts
In the blessed home of their world of womb
Kill America! Kill! Kill!
To save the world
From white fangs of the evil axis
From the bondage of capital
In exponential algebra of bulging belly
Save! Save the world
From the hypocrisy of democracy
Of one world and one dream
Of lies, lust and lustre of littleness
Kill America to warn of its shamness!
Kill, Kill America, the most wanted killer
Of everything beautiful in this world
Kill, kill, kill for the killing!