- All Hail Caesar, On Your Knees, Barbarians
- A Living God is in your midst
- Caesar, why can’t I, a Lowly Barbarian
- enter the Kingdom of Rome
- with a Roman name, Oh my
- because Barbarian, we are not the same
- for the two of us to exist side by side
- one must be Superior and the other
- inferior, if we were Brother to Brother
- we both would become inferior
- what would happen to poor Rome
- if we had a Barbarian flood
- it would infect the quality of our Intellect
- for this difference, is an issue of Blood
- but we work, labor, doing the worst
- into battle, we are the first
- to defend Rome, So now,
- by miscegenation, you want to end, Rome
- Barbarian, why are you on your knees to me
- again it is because of the Blood, and pedigree
- Rome is beneficent, she allows you to serve her
- and that is the best you can do
- nature has placed indelible lines
- between us two, I am up
- with no place to go but down
- Rome will never switch places
- her knees, soiling the ground
- besides, after war, there are the Games
- we give you new Barbarian names
- you are treated like rare Horses
- and frequent Fame, and given
- low-life Roman women with which to play
- but equality, Time shall pass away
- before you see that day
- indeed, Rome hired the Barbarians
- for she no longer wanted to Bleed
- so the Visi-Goths of the East
- and the Ostro-Goths of West
- Both turned on Rome
- toppling her statues, her Domes
- her greatness soiled the ground
- the prophetic words of Caesar
- stood only that day
- Time issued Barbarians to sweep Rome away…R.D.Revilo
blood
All posts tagged blood
- Every man, Quiet, Looking Out His Window
- Looking, Looking into his soul
- June, man is it cold, the freeze
- of about to lose all self control
- You sure he’s going to let you in
- yeah man, yeah, I keep telling you,
- that’s my cousin, he’ll open for me
- he’d better, he will, man, he will
- I ain’t going back to prison
- what, we ain’t leavin’ no witnesses
- but there will be women and children inside
- they hear my shotgun, they’d better hide
- I ain’t going back to prison, hey wait a minute
- we just robbing, no one said anything about killing
- look, no you look, we got these shotguns
- to take the money and run, you a bitch ass nigger
- scared, to shed a little blood, punk can’t pull a trigger
- no, why when if , shut-up, we’ve come too far
- to turn back now, you are either in or a shot to the head
- just remember, five locks, then the sliding of the metal rod
- then bum-rush in, I just want the money, don’t care about no killing
- six knocks, slot opens for visual, hey cuz, with a grin
- come on in, lock one, click, lock two, click, click
- click, click, slide, clear, then the rush, the booms
- and bangs, screaming, then the hush, hush
- out of five, three raced back to the van,
- blood money, stained their hands,
- three dead dealers, four dead women
- two injured, five dead, three wounded children
- cousin crack head, who got them in, dead
- Mr. I-Ain’t-Going-Back-to-Prison, drowned in red
- for money, for loot, for booty, the treasure
- to measure one’s vanity, to live
- surfing in a tunnel of fear
- that was three years ago, three years of hard work
- living with the memories, every time he sees
- his newborn son, his baby girl on the way
- his mansion, with swimming pool
- living around strangers he can’t stand
- his Estate paid for, his mother, cared for
- his wife, blissful to stress,
- sexually squeezes him with happiness
- owns four businesses, barbershop,
- a fried chicken franchise,
- the other detailing cars and Limo rental
- thinking about buying an ISP, from this Oriental
- and a beauty salon for the wife
- knowing what he’s got, he can’t keep
- just wants to live, long enough, to pass it on to his son
- his own death wakes him up, from his brief sleep…R.D.Revilo
- The President Cried, Today
- for the Children who died
- I am glad he felt that way
- for The Children, who died here at home
- I wonder, at night, does he cry
- for the children that die, from a Drone
- he signs, condones, their deaths
- everyday, poor children are dying right here
- if you cry, because children die
- you’ll be crying everyday for a whole year
- but I’m glad the killing is getting to him
- it’s beginning to look pretty grim
- it seems the world’s best
- have devolved into an
- Olympic Killing Contest
- may war tribunals, crimes against Humanity
- and capital punishment, await the Best
- but, for the poor, seems high tech
- weapons are killing them, more and more
- the poor, who fight back
- with body-bombs-sticks, stones
- for they have no science, no Drones
- they have no military strategists
- just anger and bawled fists
- no pentagon, no network
- but every day, they are killed and hurt
- by technology beyond their means
- commanded by wealth, beyond their dreams
- I am glad, today Race is no longer the issue
- but every innocent Human Life is precious
- so please, someone pass the President
- another tissue…R.D.Revilo
When Ceasing Requires Stopping
Your Morning Joe, With Revilo (for those Set to Go)
Beddy Bye With Revilo (for those Slowing The Flow)
- Well President Obama, It’s Decision Time
- in a few months, we’re able to read your mind
- shall you Feed them or Lead them
- if you Lead them, the Owners
- want them Led to War
- killing a few million they have no use for
- if you feed them, they will bring the Owners down
- dragging their bodies through the streets of downtown
- feed them or lead them, as President,
- what would you do, decide with the Owners
- or side with the people, either way
- You will commit Evil
- gunpowder, smoke, burnt flesh, hair
- will permeate the air,
- a blood-bath, an aftermath
- Tell us, by choosing your Path…R.D.Revilo
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