Ever watchful for whales
The country Ahab
Vested interests
Puts bodies on the slab
America’s sore
Like a self harmer picking a scab
Knowing best
Turned into an art
Foolish enough
To think you are smart
Rushing like a pyro
With fires to start
Middle East bound
On the oil crusade
Unfinished business
Debts to be paid
Now you have nightmares
In the bed that you made
The enemy of an enemy
Makes a dangerous friend
Playing toy soldiers
Isn’t always pretend
When keeping the peace
There’s profit to defend
Looking back
Through emerald eyes
One god
In sectarian disguise
The patriot doesn’t think
Of the death that he buys
Those cowboy traditions
Are impossible to ignore
So it’s all guns blazing
Quick on the draw
Colouring the bigger picture
The architects of war
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