Is This Hell?

And you see them stained with blood,
Shouting,
"Victory".
Sick, sick as the world ever was,
War crimes,
Genocide,
Slavery
And you say you are happy?

As a couple marry
As a baby is born
The scorn
Wrath of fuck-knows who's god
Scurries
As rays of cyclone B
Under world-tired
Skies
You are happy?

See the sun:
Same sun shone on Vilna
Same sun shone on Vietnam
Same sun splattered cancer over skin
Same sun seeped life from that woman in
Somalia.

Just a song?
And you say you are happy?

Dance, then.
Dance and wipe away your happy-tears.

If this is hell, them my hell is easier than that of my ancestors.

If this is heaven, tell me why you believe in hell.

All bullshit, eh?

Smile and smell the rain-on-sunscorched earth.