Black Ice Red Rum

The air is cold,

The silence is weak.

Men and woman fill the night

Coming out of their homes

into a hell filled street.

 

Standing out in crowds

Facing black-headed beasts.

The beasts are strong,

The beasts they are tough,

They form a turtle of snow-covered shields,

Hung strong in the rough.

 

The air is cold,

The silence is broken.

The streets are hacked to pieces,

Little square stones.

The men they pick them up and stones they are thrown.

They course through the air like little meteorites,

The men without stones

Like a dog without a bone

Stand clueless

And drone

“Liberty!”

 

The stones hit a few black faces

But bounce,

Clack

And fail.

“They’re not enough,

They just won’t do,

Our bricks aren’t strong enough

They won’t break through”.

 

“Bring out the big gun,

Bring out the fire,

Lets burn these fascist b******s

That kill our free choir”.

 

An empty bottle,

Filled with a dream,

Half with the whisky

The rest gasoline.

“Break a tear of fabric from your shirt,

And keep on ripping till the cold it hurt,

Your bare white chest hanging tough in the wind,

Standing rough in the dirt”.

 

“Gather round children,

Form a manly huddle,

Watch your elders pour in

The anarchy puddle,

Watch how they do it.

Pour it in,

Then shake it up,

Break a rag

Let it soak in”.

 

“Now we’re ready with a hundred

Carpet fires,

Grab the wall of plastic

Move slowly and carefully”.

 

The black helmets they’ve got their turtle

And so have we.

“Get ready to run,

For once we run out of fire

We have nothing

And they have truncheons

And guns”

And bravery.

 

“Move,

 

Move,

 

Move,

 

Keep your shield up tall

We need a roof.

We’re closing in now,

We’re moving up to the wall”

Of burning parked cars and random hells.

 

“Get ready boys,

This is the moment,

Where we prove our selves to the world!”

 

“Light it up man,

Light it up,

Shield the winds”

They stop our freedom.

 

Now we’re burning,

Now we’re fire,

Throw the fire into air

Watch the black burn and toil.

 

Explosion,

 

Explosion,

 

Explosion!

 

Then

 

Screams,

 

Screams,

 

Screams!

 

The black is warmed in a fiery blanket

And the black helmets are thrown to the floor.

The fire it swells up and everywhere,

It sticks to all it touches.

 

The men they scream,

The men they blast the men with snow,

Until their screaming ceases.

 

They’re hiding now,

Their hearts afraid,

They stand behind walls

With crooked gates.

But that won’t save them,

That won’t save,

“Aim for the walls my boys

Cover them in flame”.

 

One,

 

Two,

 

Three,

Crash on the top of the wall,

The red drips down,

Red drips so small and free.

The small it catches

And then it spreads,

Over faces

Into the necks,

Their screams cannot be heard

The fire drowns them out.

 

“It’s going boys,

Now it’s going,

Down with the man”

Who laughs as he shoots us.

 

Down with all,

His rich powerful friends,

“We are the people

And this land it is ours”.

 

“Throw boys throw,

We haven’t got many left,

Keep the fire going”

On those guilty of theft.

 

“Burn them

 

Burn them

 

Burn them all,

The time is now ours”

And the enemy shall fall.

 

“We’ve run out boys,

Lets see the fear”.

Lets see their red eyes burn

And disappear.

 

But no,

They’ve got the red helmets,

“Oh no

What are we to do?”

All I can think is to yell

And spit phlegm.

 

The pig b******s

They are too strong,

Lets run back to the crowds

Where we’re fierce

And they’re still wrong.

 

“Run,

 

Run,

 

Run!”

The bullets whizzing fast,

“Do not let them catch you”

Or fall to the past.

 

Jump over the cars,

black and grey with red smite,

Go over the walls

That will be broken tonight.

 

We’re back in the crowds,

It’s so warm it’s so safe,

Join in in the chants

And stand tall as one face.

 

My father he’s waiting saying

“Boy is it done?”,

I say that I failed,

He breaks from my eyes

and looks to the sun.

The sky it is burning,

A red glow it doth echo,

The echo is throbbing

And life is a go.

 

“Come, we must run,

There’s no more to do.

The men they are coming now”,

So break free or we lose.

 

The black faces are screaming,

A big black steel bull,

It charges the crowd

And takes red by the handful.

 

The blood it is flying,

The screams they are dulled

By black truncheons so blurry,

The freedom is culled.

 

Red faces lie dead,

 

Some eyes watching the floor,

 

The rest darted for the horizon,

 

Filled with fear evermore.

 

I run with my father

Across the wide street,

We keep on running,

 

Running,

 

Running,

 

Running,

 

Left foot

 

Right foot

 

Left foot

 

Right foot

Skipping over barrels of fire

The screams far behind

But the foot steps still rumbling

Through ripping concrete.

 

The earth it is

Splitting in two,

There is heaven

There is hell,

The hell is triumphant

And the heaven has fell.

 

Left foot,

 

Right foot,

 

Left

 

Right

 

Left,

We duck in a tavern

And hide with the deft.

 

We crouch behind the bar,

Shaking head down to toe,

Like sad broken puppies

Abandoned against

A merciless foe.

 

The atmosphere is quivered,

The air it is thin,

It is warm with the sweat

Of a thousand false sin.

 

The screaming draws silent

 

For the beat of a drum,

 

A single black face

 

Now killing for fun.

 

There’s a shriek outside

Cut short with a clunk,

The door then ripped open

Like an angry wife’s drunk.

 

The man he is helmet,

The man he is god,

His hand out in front

Behind stands his squad.

 

They storm in the tavern

Breaking all in their way,

 

Tables,

 

Glasses,

 

Chairs,

 

Flowers,

 

Heads

 

Woman

 

Children

 

The Little children first

And then there’s the men

Who watch on in tears,

As the ones they all love,

Hit the floor ,

Every eye disappears.

 

“Stop this madness,

Please stop won’t you son?

I’ve known you for years,

Can’t you let it be done?”

 

The boy we both knew,

Lets a smile and a laugh,

He’s got the best power

He’s got a strong staff.

 

Slowly,

 

Like a crouching panther,

 

Poised and focused,

 

Kill in his eyes,

 

Teeth in his mouth,

Shining against the black

Like a pearl lost at sea.

 

He walks towards my father,

And with a face full of glee,

He lifts him up

And turns him around,

He throws him to his buddies

 

They all gather round.

 

A sea of blurred black

It sings through the air,

Down swiftly

Down without care

 

One

 

Two

 

Three

 

The blood is spraying over me

 

Four

 

Five

 

Six

 

They crush his old face

With big black booted kicks

 

Seven

 

Eight

 

Nine

 

His blood a shrine

Against the crooked swine

Who kill and steal

Man’s precious time

 

Ten

Cracks and screams,

The eleventh swift blow

Breaks off all his means.

 

My father is silent,

 

He feels no more pain,

 

He is no more trouble,

 

But the beatings continue,

 

A brutal in vein.

 

 

 

 

His head cracks wide open,

I see the pink life freed,

A puddle of blood

Spreads its wings

On the dusty floor,

It creeps and it spreads

Until it is flat,

And my dad’s sorry life

Has ended with that.

 

The squad they don’t smile,

They don’t laugh,

They don’t cry,

They wipe their black staffs

Till their black shine is dry.

They move out the door

And I am left all alone,

I run to my father

And my eyes start to groan.

 

“Why,

 

Why,

 

Why!”

I scream,

Holding his head,

They’ve broken his promise

They’ve broken his dream.

 

“It’s all over,

We’ve let ourselves down.

I’m sorry dear father”

I yell to his red broken crown.

 

I cry

And cry

But it’s all for nothing,

We’ll always lose,

The freedom is ageing.

It’s dying there

In the black gloved evil claw,

The black steaming bull

Struck us down with his paw.

 

We’re dying,

 

The free they are dying a death,

 

And it’ll all be for nothing

 

When nobody’s left.

 

There’s nobody left.