Money-Changing Politics!

Minutely the cells of his brain believed only in numbers. His sweet dream: was zeros lined up in front of his number only: one. His beautiful paradise: the great war on its way! The houris round and bare and plump: in line. In the paradise of his war: the zeros lined up dance in his skull: round and bare and plump and empty empty: in his bloody head, under the rubble of the bomb, in the money-changer’s shop...