Virulence - Painting Lyrics

crisis

observers feel

for one victim

from two parties guilty



with cold repose

with inward hate

some defend both

some abstain



try to pretend

the monster's intent

to silence with violence

and retch not from scent



genuine glee

thrill of teenage mischief

grown men swarm

to rip at the hetacomb



for one hundred lost

is three the cost?

milled to brown mire

quenched their ire



with film and sound

paint this scene

which exploits your

culture's private memes



to taste a glimpse

of passions clandestine

simulate and go to

your own Palestine