Genocide Joe


Genocide Joe

is strutting

his stuff

arming the strong

condemning the weak


with 

no army

no navy

no airforce

no voice

their little’s

too much

for Genocide Joe.


Power feeds power

and though number four

amongst Masters of War

it’s not high enough

for kind Uncle Joe.


Still not enough

to face children alone

and families fleeing terror 

their rhythms destroyed

as bombs make a carpet

of what once were homes.

The tanks crush out lives

there’s no where to go,

no where to hide

for the starved 

and the maimed

and it’s still not enough

for Genocide Joe.


Armed to the gums

their neighbours afraid

helpless and hating

and hate breeding more

and more hate breeds power

for the fear of today is the might of tomorrow.

Some history is made by these Masters of War

and more history is made by new Masters of War

and both the living and dead will judge Genocide Joe.



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