I have stood to upon some lousy dawns

I have stood to upon some lousy dawns

When even insects slept

Demanded friend from foe - a silly drill

No army reg. nor proper polished button

Could guard against the dark patrol

The silent knife that slits the gullet

And gushes blood in all our cavities

The fascist pig is rooting in our garden

And many men were cut and cut again,

Their bollocks shoved in broken mouths.

We had not guessed at this atrocity

But Franco chose to use these infidels

To strengthen his most Christian crusade.

[At Jarama, Moors crept up behind the sentries

guarding the bridge, slit their throats and mutilated them. The

bridge was lost and as a result many men were killed.]