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Poetry: The apocalypse

Persian under attack

From birth, Persian, you are democracy's foe
Infant in your crib, do you know that
just because of who bore you, you ar not
a member of the free world, but a so-called
traitor belonging to an axis, and evil is
the master they say you obey

Persian be strong, because in a world where
that is how a new baby is treated, and his
or her whole life, mark my words, is subject


to the prejudices and fears of the people who
believe in scapegoating, in fearing what they
do not know and above all who are primative,

You are the only saviour, and apocalypse or
destruction is not the dream of the dissident
not a dream of the rebel wanting to change the
whole world, but the passive accepted way of
the millions who make you and I into that
messiah, that antichrist, that mix of religion,
and anti-religion.

The persecuted always win. Ask the jews. And
if you think that means that jews ganging up
with everyone else on the persian baby makes
the persian lose, think again. Even persians
got treated as jews and christians do now,
and even they did the ghastly things jews and
christians do... and because they did that,
their Babylon fell, just liket the Babylon
of Jews and Christians falls now, just as tomorrow,
yes tomorrow, after their golden day is gone,
even the Babylon of China will fall, the babylons
of all humans fall - ask ANY persian. We all know.

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