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The Man of the East
Was tired
Of gathering the Tablet bits
Whenever it was broken
It was his eternal fortune,
The holy spring
Of his eminence
What would he learn
From our dominance?
The greed of Agamemnon?
The treachery of Ulysses?
The vainglory of Alexander?
The ferocity of Crassus?
The blindness of Cato?
The pugnacity of Titus?
The bargaining of Augustine?
The Crusades of the Popes?
The Zionism of the Khazars?
What do we do now,
In the dawn
Of our third Millennium,
But to repeat
All our vices
And impute them
To the East?
 
I lived an austere life consecrated to truth
My object was to look behind the scene
For the glowing sooth
The scene was torturing me
Nothing but pain to see
A bird of prey and a victim to suffer
Nothing could make the world better
Two dragons biting the universe in two
No second choice in hand to show
But this precious hope in heart to make Man free.
 
In my years I've seen
Terrible wars
Done by rival brothers
Instigated by avarice and suffer
They stood apart, nothing to bring them together
Shedding their blood for the will of power
Until Falcon of Prey
Put them all under its sway.
 
In my years I've seen
Universal wars
Blasting the maps of united nations
Tearing those who were one to many pieces
For Falcon of Greed,
From their corpses, made its feed. 
 
In my years I've seen
Secret wars
Made by secret agencies
Sacrificing men, women
And defenseless children
In the holocaust of agony
For Falcon of Perfidy
Extended the border of its sovereignty
Military was to crash opposition not enemy
A prison was built in the place of a nursery
A motherland became an exile
An exile became a sanctuary
In his Diaspora, a refugee
Became a terrorist
The wealth of the fatherland went
To swell up the pockets, free,
Of a monopolist, a usurer
And a death trader
The rubbish to fill the mouth
Of the legal beneficiary

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