Burn them up
So the world can inhale them
Let their ashes compost the earth
Don’t grieve for the elders
Nor shed a tear for the younglings
Fertiliser repurposed at birth
Burn them up
Add in piss to make the paste
So the toothless may devour in ease
Fill your veins with their grease
Till your hearts beatings cease
Its sound replaced by the swaying of trees
Burn me away
Mark and cross off the least of them
Your blue cannibals pick clean my skull
Throw them to the heart of the fire
As is this nations god and desire
It will be your children next for the cull
