“The mob song”

I am the mob, I change destinies, I am the gust of wind, I break through every layer of sanity, I am irresponsible, for I am deprived of qualities, I alter the path of the rivers, and its tributaries.

You fit into the mould of nationalism that I made; You caress the scriptures that I made you read; You adorn my different appearances all along the centuries, You remain crushed along with your individuality, under my collectivity.

He who kills, be killed, He who mauls, be mauled, He who treads my path, remains the chosen one, He who falters, curses his existence.

I bay for the blood of criminals, and more often than not, I mix up criminals and crime. I am usually right or at least inclined towards the Right. I crush any opposition, I destroy ideals; I bury ideas… I am progressive in my own way; the only way I know: regressivity.

I fornicated with crusaders, slept with monarchs, made peace with a like-minded herd. Intellect won’t impregnate my sterile womb, meditation won’t contaminate my blood lusty existence; I contemplate within my comfort zone, without it I am perplexed. I am rusty and rustic, impervious to any thoughtfulness.

The only thing that dare oppose me is another mob: I am the mob.