The Free Market Frankenstein Monster is at our doorstep
His familiar jingo of war playing in the background with all of its pomp and circumstance
He is asking for more war
Using only the language of aggression he speaks of his credibility
His need for retaliation and of his desires to bring a moral death
On distant shores for the good of humanity
His need for retaliation and of his desires to bring a moral death
On distant shores for the good of humanity
He has cloaked himself in a veneer of self-righteousness
He goes through, once again, all of the tradition
His forced smile contradicts his bloody aims
He goes through, once again, all of the tradition
His forced smile contradicts his bloody aims
He speaks of credibility when it is not necessary
He speaks of intelligence that is not trustworthy
He speaks of only his war maneuvers and never a way to peace
He speaks of solutions that have no answers
He speaks of crimes with no need for investigations
He speaks of a democracy without innocence until proven guilty
He speaks of war strategies for humanity that never take into account death for so many innocent civilians
He speaks of the purity and justice of war without mention of the the racket and the war profiteers
He speaks of the need to provide peace in the region but always he is back at our door clamoring for more war
He speaks of these wars, as if somehow, they can provide a final solution to what will assuredly be attacks on our home, violence and fear
Yet increasingly I feel less secure
Yet increasingly I feel less secure
Again and again, he has appeared at my door
With more needs for credibility
With more claims of new intelligence
With more and newer war maneuvers
Death machines and killing toys
Death machines and killing toys
More final solutions
Ever more supposed gifts for humanity
What has been the result that I have seen with mine own eyes
More and more Death
Destruction
Mayhem to innocents caught up in wars fiery flames
Destruction
Mayhem to innocents caught up in wars fiery flames
The characters in the bloody cast and the villains ever changing
But the blasted song remains the same
But the blasted song remains the same
As his war song echoed in the background
A song that is filled with such Cruelty
Gore
Inhumanity and suffering
That it can hardly be listened to just endured
Gore
Inhumanity and suffering
That it can hardly be listened to just endured
As the song played once again, on and on
Wracking my tortured brain
Wracking my tortured brain
This song that I had approved before
I looked directly into the eyes of the Free Market Frankenstein Monster
I said, "No more do I want your war."
And I closed the door.
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