The Kristallnacht Variations
by James O’Brien
Children of rape in a disputed territory,
Cry from diseased hinterlands, abandoned,
The striated embellishment of the spray can,
The incendiary enticement of petrol,
Your ink read now, your voice,
Revealed as a voided contest,
You were encouraged to vent your bile,
How proud you appear now,
In White zones of rage and fire,
In your zero hour bind,
Chasing immigrant vermin to burn,
Your petrol bombed hate crime,
A low despicable machete,
To the coronation necklace,
The black tyre smoke consuming,
To ‘…a spontaneous bit of banter’.
Five words spoken from dead English hearts,
“Kill the fucking migrant cunts”.
