Slice the city into two parts rub salt into open wounds break down the armoury, shell out the sickles and spikes and bamboo arrows dipped in poison berries ripe as raspberry juice and arm the tribes with tentacles that search for other tribes lurking in the shadows of the camouflaged blackness pull 'em out and punish them in broad daylight take an arm a leg -cut a tongue loose so words uttered will sound like jungle anecdotes in a litany of lies.
I will come swinging with a mascara maiden and two henchmen trained as axemen intent on cutting policies of power into shreds of excuses to remain seated on a throne of oiled skulls and feather dusters
Take heed, brother I buy guns for a slot of land infested with rhino and elephants and diamonds as big as hippos dipped in strange ****** rhythms a thousand years old brewing quietly.
We own this land The white man came in and took it "He got the land we got the bible"
We must take it back somehow and sacrifice all of ourselves in due process.
Slice the land into two chunky pieces You take one my mistress takes the other.