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Titolo: (lyr) C93-Falling back in fields of rape

Falling back in fields of rape
  war
  in a foreign town
  in a foreign land
  reaping time had come
  in fields of swaying rape
  it could not happen here
  pushed to one side with the flick of a wrist
  out of sight
  and out of mind
  fallng back in fields of rape
  in yellow heads of blossom
  mothers babies bleeding
  you stand there laughing
  unquestioning unconfronting
  poetic lines on the art of dying
  falling back in fields of rape
  that was the way
  those were the horrors
  as daddy went a-reaping
  in nodding heads of rape
  no mark on your spotless conscience
  no blemish on your immaculate body
  untouched by sight or sound of misery
  close the eyes
  shift the responsibility
  it was not you
  it was not you
  falling back in fields of rape
  my children
  falling back in fields of rape
  it could not happen here
  pushed to one side with a flick of the wrist
  out of sight
  and out of mind
  falling back in fields of rape
  poetic lines on the art of dying
  falling back in fields of rape
  that was the way
  and those were the horrors
  as daddy went a-reaping
  in nodding heads of rape
  no mark on your spotless conscience
  no blemish on your immaculate body
  untouched by sight or sound of misery
  close the eyes
  shift the responsibility
  it wasn't you
  falling back in fields of rape
  my children
  falling back in fields of rape
  here we go round the mulberry bush
  the mulberry bush
  the mulberry bush
  here we go round the mulberry bush
  on a cold and frosty morning
  in a foreign town
  in a foreign land
  reaping time had come
  falling back in fields of rape
  my love
  and that was the way
  and those were the horrors
  as daddy went a-reaping
  falling back in fields of rape
  my children
  crushed crushed crushed
  in mud and wars
  mother children bleeding
  you stand there laughing
  falling back in fields of rape
  never eating
  bags of bones dying quietly
  homeless
  drinking foul water
  sorting garbage
  with flies in heat
  raped
  axed
  burned with acid
  locked away for thirty years
  thrown out of a helicopter
  forced to labour endlessly
  castrated
  burned alive
  killed so easily by firing squads
  in a foreign town
  in a foreign land
  reaping time has come
  they're falling back
  in fields of rape
  in fields of rape
  they're falling back
  in fields of rape
  my love
  and this is our way
  and these are the horrors
  as we go a-reaping
  they're falling back
  in fields of rape
  in fields of rape
  they're falling back
  in fields of rape
  my darling
  and crushed crushed crushed
  in mud and wars
  still you stand there laughing
  they're falling back in fields of rape
  in fields of rape they're falling back
  my lovers
  in fields of rape the ravens
  descend. the yellow beak slashes
  corn.  the sickles are sharpened
  and the cattle bleed, and reaping
  time has come. our voices grow
  shriller, and our eyes glitter. but
  in this last summer the Rapture
  descends. and father's mask has
  turned to grey, and mother's
  breasts are leper white, and
  children's laughter cracks. and
  reaping time has come. body and
  blood, body and blood, body and
  blood, body and mud, body and
  blood, body and mud. and
  christ's eyes, i am weary. and
  christ's eyes, i want to melt.
  bleeding jesus, be quick, be quick.
  (and what would you do, my gentlest
  one...?)
  ...falling back in fields of rape...

  in fields of swaying rape
Drip drip!!!
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