The career of dope, starts when you are seven
and ends at twenty-three; C4:d into heaven;
you leave the streets, escapes to promised bliss
to butterfly kalashnikov yourself to martyrdom,
through trails of blood, to dominate the neighborhood
you’ve quenched your hopes, an easy target
for the internet recruiters, you’re the meat of markets,
a vessel for revenge, belted to your bombs
you’ve walked in stench you’ve raped, pogromed;
from streets of hope you found your cause;
in being puppet stringed to maim the infidels.
Your smile was sweet, and you had hopes
for university, before they fast-laned, duped you,
from a wad of cash, to your explosive death.
Marian inspires us with the excellent music by P.J.Harvey at toads, music that can be seen as music journalism, and the song “Community of hope”. This brought me back to a quotation came from an article about the young persons choosing to go to Syria for terrorism: “In these parts terrorism is a career choice among many”. Often it has started with “normal” criminal activities, running errands for dope dealers etc…
June 3, 2016