The Death Of Europe In Stereo
the intolerance of all that is and all that isn’t and all that’s yet to be decided, the abhorrence you feel towards me is the incompatibility we’re told to ignore, in your religious books I’m scaled and burnt like a witch, my limbs pulled apart like a heretic, your state of worship rots the skin of the green pastures we call home, it’s such a treat to witness white genocide unfold in front of my eyes, and here I am desperate to find a point of contact, be it eye to eye, heart to heart or fingers to palm, the death of Europe in stereo, the disc-jockey plays a song in Arabic on Radio 1, the hand-built bridges across our rivers topple as the conflicts unfold, the towers and battlements still stand like pioneering bookends keeping the homeland upright, everything I thought we’d become has been eradicated through an ideology and a Dogma only the blind can hear, the world burns around me and the population can’t control their fear, and here I am...
