al qaida spiked my milk and nescafe with hallucination pills

we live we die  we shout

we have no hallucination pills

just flags and shouts

and statues to destroy

alert alert alert

mothers daughters sons

the father's face ripped off the wall

burns in the street

adorn yourself with razor wire

necklaces and crowns

spill light into the dungeons

these fine palaces of shame

who needs a gun?

we've got cell phones and cafes

if my ceiling was not plaster

would thatch or stars be such a disaster?

if these walls bore no gilding

just the ordinary guilt

of disappointed

parents-children-lovers

are we fanatics if we dream

of ordinary things,

the chance to fail

or settle for something

less than a shining

vacuum packed perfection?

we'll share your doom

or your salvation soon enough

and you will share our misery

or our triumph, you can count on that