Suspicion and paranoia rule the attitude of Nation’s, States, and our subversives.
Billions are pumped into the newest weapons,
While we face enemies who use a low-tech guerrilla warfare modus
The same upon which we founded this nation
We wield the hammer and exercise its terrible power
Employed were the same techniques to smash the hand gripping the colonies
We eschew the tactics that we learned from past belligerence
History has no place on the battlefield in the minds of some commanders
Why use old techniques when you can develop a new one to stroke your ego?
Lessons learned are irrelevant. This is a new war they tell us.
Meet the new war, same as the old war.
We chase national security with the tenacity of a man chasing tomorrow.
Tomorrow never comes, for it is always today.
While we chase the specter of evil,
Yesterday’s accumulate in the national outbox
For it is a fool’s errand
We slumber to pass into tomorrow
That is when the monsters show themselves
Living in the nightmares of the television
Told to us by plastic people
Our journey forward will always leave us in the here and now
Monsters come and monsters crawl
Slithering and sliding inside our precious cocoon
The blanket of ignorance is warmth
They slide under the sheets
And we awaken in sweat
They hate us for our freedom
Why do they hate us so?
Probably has something to do with that war thing
Overthrowing governments make for anger and suffering
Of course, we are doing it for their benefits, so say the plastic people
Bombing the life out of a nation while claiming to bring about liberation
The encompassing value of freedom
Parts of dead children strewn about.
Confetti celebrations of macabre proportions.
Mothers crushed under the weight of despair
And the crumbling rubble of loss
A home no more
The warmth of safe slumber blown away
A family no more
Fathers with black hoods
Whisked away and dissolved into memory
Like ice on the street during a hot day
The Harbinger and the delivery of liberation
How many cities have we firebombed?
Dropping gelled explosives
Plastic devices make it a game
Forget they are humans as well
It makes it easier to ignore
Fear be towards a new nuclear power
It is dangerous we are told
Shadows burned into the side
Mushrooms rising
A threat to the world
We stand as the only country to ever use a nuclear device.
We tested it on our own soldiers
We tested the same devices on the land Christian God blessed us with
We deployed their force against civilian targets
Wiped away in brilliant scorching light
Spit in the face of God.
Why should we be concerned with this?
We have our big trucks to drive
Mustangs churn out horsepower
We are the bull moose
Unleashed upon the china shop of the globe
We would not want to question national virility
Perhaps we shall wage a war against the angels
No limit is safe from being capsized
“Behold, I cry, ‘Violence!’ but I get no answer; I shout for help, but there is no justice.
We wield the hammer once reserved for God.
The ultimate store of moral supremacy
The blockade of nations
Preventing food and aid in the name of punishment
Or protection, choose your flavor
Humans treated like children throwing tantrums
“Remember now, who ever perished being innocent? Or where were the upright destroyed?
Our freedom is more important than the rest of the world
We must throw away the undesirables
Host of the largest population of caged humans
It is okay because no one questions
Go about your trending life
The comforting weight of liberation pushes down upon the necks.
A nation consumed with consumption
Tending little green lawns in the desert
How many people die of thirst or from dirty water?
While we deplete the water supply
There is a special price on water in plastic bottles today
While the powers slowly drain
We savor the .99 hamburger
All the while a large portion of the world starves
but pay no attention, heed not
This is a First World Nation
We cram our ears with nonsense
Our stomachs with garbage
Citizens starve and die in the United States
While we openly mock those most in need
Or suggest throwing them into a woodchipper
Do not kill them; otherwise, my people will forget.
By Your power, make them homeless wanderers and bring them down,
Lord, our shield.
Do at home what we do overseas
Keep slumbering to your television dreams
Bad things only happen in the shitholes
Avert your eyes
Ignore the refugee crisis we call homelessness
The poor have set their own choices into play
We are told to hate them
Hate them for their plastic bags
All the trash
A sheet of darkness covers the land
God is hogtied
Helpless to stop the tides of this flood
Good, he thinks
Wash it away once again
We send off men and women to kill for fluids
The one under the ground of the savages
Rivers of blood for rivers of oil
We must heat our thousands of square feet of our homes
They need our help we are just liberating
We cannot allow them to have unchecked power
The consequences would be severe
This is the enemy that we have been told to hate
So we must do everything possible
No stone unturned as we beat the truths out
An ignored hostage crisis
Lies or truth, who cares when the itch needs to be scratched
We asked no questions
Preoccupied with consumerism
Remember, they hate us for freedom
We do not question why suspected terrorist being held in metal cages
Yet, people are aghast when stray dogs are abused
The value of human life
The windows in our room filled with sunlight
Windows explode from the force of the touch of freedom
Combatant or civilian
Bullets have no conscious and kill indiscriminately
Order and structure is the condition of nature
Always abhorring a vacuum
War replaces that structure with chaos
War has its own structure
Our moral compass points to the south
Away from the ascension path we think we are on
Instead, we tumble down the hill of chaos
Down the hill that we struck our flag into
We own the moon and the ruins of a nation
A trail of tears
We defend our hill
By provoking everyone around us
A bully in the schoolyard
Everyone caught in the crossfire
A home invasion where the robber holds you at gunpoint
They start rummaging through your possessions
All the while telling you they come to help you
Liberations!
From your land, from your culture, from your miserable little lift
For nation building
For development
We must protect our conquest
And indulge in the spoils of war
A rebel in one country is a terrorist to another
Fear not America
There are no bombs here
Except in the shadows of soldiers nightmares
The wall is locked
The castle secure
Not my problem they say
Some seek the freedoms of old
Humans as property
Disease as a divine signal
From a God now dead
Ask the aboriginal inhabitants of our land
If you can find one
What side are you on?
