a ****** of crows gathers over Hamburg, carrion carrying on with business as usual. feeding on the festered flesh of a gentrified populace.
in private jets coughing carbon they fly from the west on turbine wings, engines screaming as they dive towards a nation secured by razor-wound walls and barb-wire borders.
they pitched a battle in Germany, convinced that austerity would ******* the resistance and give justification to premeditated violence. but the tables have turned on the thieves again.
we are the end result of your failed policies, globalization has destroyed our homes. if your cabal rallies like a kettle of vultures, you will do so behind closed doors, cowering in your fortress' halls.
you shall not pass. watch as the power shifts like the melting gears of torched BMWs. we will tear the vestiges of your authority down. we will black out your surveillance cameras, smash your windows, and block your limos. no pasaran.
flee, while you can still run. this city belongs to the wild ones, a black bloc, thousands strong, dancing amidst the tear gas, tossing molotovs. marching to liberty's sturdy drum, equal in our solidarity song.