Let us show the harp,
it bitter end
To control a digit
of compromise
A bloody bath
Now a tainted home
Ones sport
Ones slaughter
Massacre upon a race
To ourselves we plea
But stand as we watch
Torture to the creature of the north
A country to blame
Skinned of all credit
But still takes its course
Vision sustained The hunt is on
Hook line and Sinker her
Caught at the throat/CUT THROAT
Upon the ice, its lustre claims
A moment once frozen in time
Before the landscape
Glazed in shame
This place transformed
Into a refinery
This red to turn green
Fracture
the soul sustains
Breath after breath
Eviscerate the neck
The sound of air grasp
Blood in eyes
The ice be cold enough
To record the pain
As cold as day, the frost it bites
Crisp as it stains, sheer chaos
In the midst we slay /Paralyse our ignorance
in shock of its demise
Too little to late,
it shocks a system
In reverse we claim
Nature can’t progress on its
own
Currency off a skin
To pelt is to become what is
too feed the beast
With the club
Feed the beast
Feed the beast with the club
Let us show the harp
it bitter end
To control a digit
of compromise