22Oct90  (updated 1Nov25)

They came crashing in my door
Machine guns in my kitchen
Blasting blood onto the wall
Coming and fetching
The actively mobile and the poor

Boots in the throat-my-eyes
Rifle in the groin in my kitchen
-	Igniting flames in my legs, my head
Retching and fetching
The victims, the prisoners, the dead.

Grim faced soldiers salivating
They riddle the bodies with holes
Shit on the kitchen wall creating
Patterns give us the horrors,
Children crying, mothers dying.

Blast a grenade into the stomach
The shit is on the kitchen wall
Soldiers dance as they celebrate
deleted those called human animals,
You see all this on TikTok mate!