Stockholm Syndrome and the Warsaw Speech

They

Penetrated our pleading bird’s skull

With the daggers of the Western Lord

And thrust crosses through our weeping eyes

Spilling blood on our spirits

They

Grabbed the latest descendant

Of the senile steam engine

And sunk it into our wailing bird’s abdomen

Filling their anthem with our piercing caterwauls

They

Blew off our wings with steely rifles

Imported from the West

Let the glittering blood ooze down

The latter half of our feathers

Collapsing to the concrete

Like the leaves exhausted by a fall

Obscured by endless pollution

Now our white eagle is useful

Now We are

THE GLORIOUS WEST.