Louder, louder, we will hum,
To the ears of our victims,
So our presence will be real
Our kingdom’s sustenance;
Merry, when her interests cry,
One who battles, one who tries!

Harder, harder, we will bite
With a sense of duty:
Human reservoirs and supplies
Get from groups and the helpless;
Bore we there for juices or fuel
More than the bounties around.

Many, many, we will kill
In the course of our job;
Fever is idea achievement,
Malaria ideal enjoyment,
Ponds are for our explosion:
We must make this our golden age.

Ben Alani (July 2006)

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