Spinning Black Gold

 

Nodding donkey oil pumpSince the ’20s in the crosshairs of the RAF… just another change in empire.  Whether blessing or a curse, the desert bleeds to death… another victim of the vampire.  Our family’s been here for a thousand years; we’re gonna be here for a thousand more.  We’ve seen you come, we’ve had to dry our tears, and then we’ve always shown you the door. Finally… yours to bleed… spinning black gold.  Meanwhile you’ve agreed… your first born sold. Was it worth it all – your addiction fed – a few hundred people rich, a few hundred thousand dead?  I think you’d better learn your history before you teach us to be “civilized”.  You’d think that we’d be falling at your feet if it were true our people worship violence.  You say you can’t leave ’til the peace is won; if you break it then it’s yours to buy.  But you’re just doing what you’ve always done: make up shit, invade, and occupy.  Finally… yours to bleed… spinning black gold.  Meanwhile you’ve agreed… your first born sold. Sometimes there ain’t no graceful way to fail.  Ain’t gonna be no happy ending, man – this ain’t no fucking fairy tale.  Since the ’20s in the crosshairs of the RAF… just another change in empire. Revenge is vowed with every dying breath… and it all just only fuels the fire.  Finally… yours to bleed… spinning black gold.  Meanwhile you’ve agreed… your first born sold.

From Three Stories (2010)

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