What castle rises bone above black bone
from solar fields of barley, wheat, and grain
where poor men flee the breath of wars that hone
their great white teeth on profit, death, and pain?
What tower climbs the hill with such a glow
that peasants, blinded by its brilliant rays
grope naked-armed in valleys far below
where darkness becomes greyness for their days?
What wall impregnant stands around the world
with stretching arms that span from sea to sea
where children crouch in holes with fingers curled
‘round rocks that crush and snap skulls easily?
O Trebuchet! Swing wide with all your weight
and match them, stone for stone and hate for hate!