. W A R N I N G : __You won’t be forgivenfor the belt road you are livingfor flat miles that you have drivenover roadkill stacked and strivenon your blood red ride to hell. __You, the swollen high-ups,laced with torture-rapture tie-upswith your knuckles ever-tighteningas you find your slippage frighteningas your power-base is slighteningwith the carcass-burning smelldown your Red World Wishing Well. __You, who stole fresh organsin the back of a theatre vanin white surgeons’ robes just likethe white sacks of the Ku Klux Klan,you who will be little morethan an ugly also-ran, __You and not your people,you, and not your citizens,you and all your followers,you will have your just deserts,you who lead the sleeping massesto the place that really hurts. __You won’t be forgivenfor the Good Books that you flattenedfor the good folk you have batonedfor the evil you have fashionedon your blood red road to hell. . . Damian Robin is a writer and editor living in the United Kingdom.