Radiohead
You tinsel town criers,
signatory luvvies,
calling for the blood
of a band of brothers,
crying out ‘gainst doing
Tel Aviv this time,
because the Israelis
have fucked Palestine.
“Make the contract in dollars
give me everything I need,
fuck the Palestinians,
this gig’s all about me.”
You actors, singers,
and cultured orifices,
would never pander
to such states of attrocities,
you’ll boycott those countries,
you high-and-erudite,
except the fat miscreant,
the U.S of Apartheid.
“Make the contract in dollars,
give me everything I need,
fuck the tribal nations,
this tour’s just about greed.”
You shouters took America
many years ago,
touring that glasshouse,
throwing no stones,
turning your back on
the fucked Indian tribes,
making no fuss
about that genocide.
“Make the letter in italics,
and sign it as one,
let’s lash another artist
with our long luvvy tongue.”