Of wars to come

 They stretched expectations
overcame those old obstacles to the future
put their demands on the children
futures to reach for beyond the common struggle

That refined tincture somewhere from with the vocal chords
added there by generations of accumulated austerity
The overlord mentality connected by fat veins under the jaw
To condemn, motivate and shame in a flicker of a second

She was seated and relayed all the disappointments
ranging from the early school through juvenile fray
Banging like a hammer over the failure for the boy
To grow into a man

Electric box firing off from the lungs to the tongue
scathing reprimand shooting out like an abrupt machine rifle
then recoiling in a hot smouldering grin
Merciless and piglike

The British violent voice
pushed on a by leaky battery
leaking acid down it´s very throat
an empire´s speaker telling the natives to betray themselves

Telling a child to strangle their imagination
to blend into the grey nostalger themselves 
quaint themselves into uniformity
And feel the shame of judgement 

You could hear the harsh tone
Of the dogooding proud marchers
tempted by the sacred pomposity
echoed out of their vomit voice

masking their lack of path
A wrath in the utterance
over children´s ears
mortar over trench

inevitable bloodshed