Is it tasty?
The flesh of children while asleep?
And the corpses that burnt while dreaming?
Are they pretty?
The ambulance cars being shelled?
The blood dripping from the walls?
And those that are still alive under the rubble?
Is everything to your liking? Satisfied?
Twenty days and you have been chewing our hearts
And your teeth are yellowed, your smell noxious.
Twenty days and you have been pushing our buttons
And the world, some cheering on and some silent.
You want more?
More than Twenty?
Justice? Mercy? Religion?
Huh! Do you even have a god?
Screw your world!
Where the angels die
(big thank you to dear Archmemory for the translation into English).