APRIL FOOL IN SEPTEMBER

All in vain.
A total waste of everything.
You'll never know - that's the point.
You'll never, ever know.
Because you killed yourselves, and all those people, and that was that.
Quite literally, for you and for them,
end of story.
The difference is:
You chose it.
They didn't, you bastards.
All in vain.

All in vain:
your mothers' pain in childbirth,
the love of your families,
your growth, your education,
the transition, if you want to call it that
from soft-handed sons of bourgeois parents
- from your old way of life -
to your new way of death.

Born of rage, to be sure.
Rage at the filthy injustices perpetrated on your people
by the money thugs of the West.
Rage which thirty years before would have led you to
the bright red banner of hope
to the Soviet training camps
to Marx, to Lenin, to the global liberation movements
but which now led you to.....
nothing.
All in vain.

All in vain.
Conviction, conversion,
prostration before your god,
decision, training -
then those final few days.
Your last savourings of whatever it was in life
you loved the most.
The touch of a woman, perhaps?
Although somehow I doubt that:
One of you went as far as to leave instructions
that no woman should ever visit his grave..
Your last drink. Your last meal.
The unbearable tension as you went through the checks.
Then the elation of success, control, power!
All in vain.

Brutality on board,
slashing, beating:
the beseeching, cringing victims
phoning their loved ones
for the very last time
and then the moment
when you approached
those sterile momuments to Mammon
full of living human beings
many of them poorer and more screwed down by the money power
than you had ever been.
Baring your chests, welcoming your god.
And then you found out!
Or rather you didn't.
You just........ died.
Your tissue, your existence immolated in one split second.
Oblivion.
The indescribable nightness of not being.
No Paradise, no life after death,
No martyrs, no holy war, nothing.
Just oblivion...
and the sobs of the bereaved.


Now I go back.
Back to Gorbachev, cringing before capital.
Back to the people dancing on the Berlin Wall,
then crashing off, to find no safety net below,
just the merciless sneers of the usurer.
Back to the day the poor, the oppressed, the brutalised of the world were told
'The Red Flag has been lowered!
McSociety has won!
Welcome to the New World Order!'
Justice hungry people left without a champion
and a Western backed spawn of clerics
there to fill the void
and twist the minds of a generation of dupes
into the walking bombs of today
- walking into nothing.
Hey, America!
In the 80s you armed them in Afghanistan.
(They were 'freedom fighters' then, remember?)
In the 90s you armed them in Bosnia.
Now they fly to your citadel
and bite the hand that feeds.
April Fool, America!
April Fool, Islamic martyr!
April Fool in September.
April Fool.



ATTILA THE STOCKBROKER