Fuck off you green-black silver sliver of a moon!: A poem 

(Hey fucking Labor! Take this hate speech, and for all you want, screech!) 

You are like a vicious mirror in the sky 

jubilant to make me watch myself die 

Limbless you stake your claim on the night 

And sometimes show up like a death-star 

to engage the contrariness of morning light 

What blood do you seem to drag in you 

as you stomp on my glory with your crawl? 

Do you lust for this hapless world 

like an aging whore who is desperate for fun’s haul? 

How do you contort from crescent to full? 

Is it Allah’s devious decorum to beguile us all? 

I spoke against treachery to have more treachery stoked 

compelling my soul to every misery invoked  

I refrained to brake the wheels of change 

but you desperate lunatic crone wants the world deranged 

And you can see all the fucking greens want Aquarius? 

Europe has always been a sinister shithole that deceived us? 

Take your intifada and drape and blind it in your burqa, black! 

Take your jihad and break your own Allah’s back!  

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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