Diaspora

I hate you
You cry and splatter faecal matter
Digesting and disgusting me
Breaking all that was
Ebbing our sanity
I hate you
Mistake, fake
A “Laugh”
A mere dribble of seminal fluid
A waste
A pathetic germ that masquerades
Blue eyed one, septic to diaspora, I hate you
The trouble that you bring
Like the filth that surrounds us
I despise you
Groaning and whining
Being aborted, missing Anschluss was too good
Malevolent cancer
Even the flowers die
Eating away like Ebola
I hate you
This Magyar “nation”

VMV 2013

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