Love Song for Kaltenbrunner

Scar faced horse headed monster
Exhaling ashes
With the breath of burning flesh
Scaring women and children
Yet groveling at the feet of your enemy
With no pride or dignity
No excuse but “I was just following orders”
A weakling of the highest order
Kaltenbrunner oh Kaltenbrunner
The world is filled with you
From the deserts of Saudi Arabia
To the casinos of Vegas
From the US capitol to the jungles of Africa
In every army
In every boardroom
As history moves forward
The faces change
But the stink of burning flesh
remains