Kodagain - This Century
While our fathers were drowning their sad sorrows,
painful memories, dark hope of tomorrow;
I thought of the blood that flows,
Cursing this century’s infirmity.
I thought of spent orgasms, and living meat;
I saw neighing horses, jackals, bloody sweet;
Gums bared, I pulled up the sheets,
Cursing this century’s infirmity.
I marauded, crawled on all fours, became lost,
Wrung by madness, trauma, with eyes of cold frost;
My clenched fists denied the cost;
Cursing this century’s infirmity.
Song: Kodagain
Music: Saša Zorić Čombe
Words: Brendan Connell