if there is any justice
which tastes like a victory
but has a bitter drop
to the bottom of the enamel cup
with blood smeared motive
if there's any hope
wrapped in a national flag
and lulled in the basement of hell
where there is not yet
a desperate cry of burning houses
if there is any love
wearing in field uniform without epaulets
with a hole at the level of the heart
through which looks carefully the last common cigarette
get down on your knees you fucking bastard
as the place on which you stand is holy!
