A Few Angry Lines

The sanctioned sanctuary of our century

Is pretend nescience by many nations,

Ingenuous negligence, built on 'intelligence'.

Well, fuck these sentiments, enough of lecturing.

I stain this canvas... those recreations

Of a disturbed mind, in all their elegance.

I don't complain, I'm getting off the plane

And walking right through the red corridor.

Guess what, my plan is plain.

Got something to declare?

Yes, I declare a war!