Automatic translation of
An automatic rifle
Goes ratatatatak attack
The field is clear
The ghosts of souls still near
We are A-OK in this situation with this
AK-47
Peace is dragged in the dirt
Rope around her black stifle
**** around her black skirt
A soldier offers her some water
Her struggles refuse to whimper.
A stout blond-haired chieftain
Watches from afar. Red stains
Of pain and blood subdue her
She will collapse within the hour
All she hears is the rattle of the
Blond snake talking to her
Automatic translation of
The automatic rifle
Going ratatatatak attack
Someone attempts to translate
The anger of a Glock:
“It’s just around that block
That you will fall, Peace
Sentenced by the death clock
Mounted on the automatic rifle
But you’ll be A-OK in this situation we have the
AK-47”
Trump(ets) of shame echo around the devastated field
They told the blond chieftain he’ll be lead in track and field
In college. They showed him naked models in lingerie adds
They still show up on his LCD screen in apps
They told him he could buy a revolver for a couple of quarters
So he said “no quarters, please take this batch of Grants”
You are A-OK in this situation with this
AK-47
Automatic translation of
The automatic rifle
Went ratatatatak shot in the back
In between his hatred-filled decaying teeth
The chieftain was staring when she fell, without an ounce of grief
Rubbed in reassurance his bulgy AK-47 for relief
He then came… to the conclusion:
“REST IN PIECES, PEACE”
October 3, 2017