I
Oppressed , we were, yet
in love we are
with our oppressors-
the dungeon, the dungeon
is a palace,
give me for meat
my daughter's eyes
on a plate of rice
garnish it please,
with her liver.
Thanks.
Fill also my cup
with her blood, and
leave me drink till my
stomach groans.
II
Oppressed , we were, yet
in love we are
with our oppressors-
Long live the Queen!
that stripped me of me
and whipped my son
till his blood turned black
as coal
in his veins.
I am a king. I am a king
who eats bones for meat.
III
Oppressed, I am, yet
in love I am
with my oppressors-
My sandals are green
with algae that breathes
coldheartedness
into my lungs.
I will kill my brother's brother
and will pretend
my brother did it.
IV
My brothers are girls
with espenes-
they're in love
with their oppressors-
So,
they bury their will
they bury their zeal
and wag their tails
to their oppressors.
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