Savage Litanies – A Synthetic Revolt -Albion burns

Part 1 

A toxic slurry of shiny bullshit from raw pink savage mouths
Give us our country back! They scream  
A fuck head with a pole vaults to the front of the mob and hurls a green chair at the fuzz.
A band of pig-buttocked minds /yes, their minds resemble the arses of oinky oinks /are trying to set fire to the Holiday Inn where feathers of light barricade themselves in kitchens and listen to the bastard howl of HATE
Outside they spread racist graffiti on walls and smash windows their hearts guttered by the calloused laughter of prejudice preening in the squalor of ignorance their cheap half bites of tweeted misinformation smoking -smouldering long and hot on England’s green and pleasant land
England till I die!
Chant the pubic pus -eyed 
Hysteria!
A stain of bulldogs ram their way into Vape Vape Shoe Zone Lush and Gregs the Bakers
They torch two cars arms piled high withLOOT and hiss Save Our Kids as they burn the LIBRARY down
The volcanic gush of vitriol -the beatings – the arson all live streamed for everyone to see in high-res cinematic colour The Sunday Wrap for news isn’t a PROTEST it’s a bum slurp of violence orchestrated by a snarling -panting -foaming cut of naked fascists who say they want their jobs back.
What jobs? 3 D jobs you know the ones that the trad workforce shy away from 3 D jobs those dirty- dangerous- difficult jobs No annual pay no  sick leave  no minimum wage Are they going to clean toilets or mop up blood stained faeces from a stoma bag perhaps sit for hours in a nail parlour soaking  off acrylic tips or ride greasy wheels for Deliverooo living on
hollow -eyed dreams and pound store -chips?
Marching through English towns chanting
 Zeig Heil! Death to Paks and Blacks 
Flagging the rutted roads of division
 The circus of fools stayed away from the numbers a curtain of silence on braying tongues 
Look what they’ve done! 
Beware the false messiah sweet talking INCITEMENT -persuading -encouraging instigating -influencing- while they lounge in gold star luxury  
Hold onto that red scream of REALITY 

Part 2
We may be skating through the excrement of fascist bile but let us not be blinded by racist eyes let us celebrate with angelic minds the sweetened heat of love across dub- kissed skies let’s feast on the naked carcass of hope 
And scatter the streets with polyethnic glitter
Gleam in the wink of sunny discs of 
p o s i t i ve chi 
“السلام علیکم” (As-salāmu ʿalaykum) Peace be upon you 
The day is too loud to hold onto 
Cracked glass shivers bloodied feet dragging souls thru capitalist doom 
You dream of that perfect England 
But the racist militia have always been there 
to fuckety fuck fuck 
We turn away from the red stump of hate – unite  and warm ourselves with the music of the sun .

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Saira Viola
8th August 2024  
Picture Nick Victor