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When the heart sits down in its seat

When the temple wall sweated with blood

When you can take your gun and popcorn to the movie theater

When the mind of the killer loaded buckle to belt

When the toddler scavenges in its own shit

When the riverbed is too dry to trickle downstream

When she said slavery was better off than these

When the tea-party icebergs the senate

When the president waves a tar baby in the air

When kindness is the quilt that smothers you

When the desert sniper is perched above the border pass

When they load up a shopping basket and call it democracy

When at the crack of the starter pistol and the breaking of glass

When the prayer beads grind like teeth

When the celebrity stares blankly enough to be re-named

When the hooray-henrys get chateau-faced

When entranced by the olympian flame sipping cold cola

When a life of exile is the new gap year

When the deal is tyrannicide per tonne of crude oil

When the bodies went thump thump onto hard rock