The Business of Hell
If you were in a room with them, you were in a room
full of people that you had to believe would deservedly
end up in hell. I guess I will see them there soon.
– CIA Counterintelligence Chief James Jesus Angleton
Being in the world is the business of hell.
That’s the song they sing round their tables,
but if there’s a hovering, fiery smell
it’s borne of their own desire for it,
for power, betrayal and duplicity.
There’s no slime like the patriotic snail
who has the world’s complexity to blame
for all their barbarity, all their blackmail.
But aren’t they right and isn’t that our shame,
that they should sit around their tables for a time
and give me the luxury to rhyme
safe in some coffee house suburb,
and with a stack of books I try to judge them by?
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