With verses, weaved harmonious and right,
We muster all these Patriots to War,
To lust, and thus anoint the rows to spring
Licentious Fight, and so We smile; We sing,
Ever raising righteous fury for the dead,
Or sinking, delve in darkest fear ahead,
Combined in rumorous disgruntled moan;
How quickly to offend, proudly to atone,
And praise all that these Fathers failed to explain:
Our arrogance is deemed - so without blame,
* * *
What is gleaned by “poor” Intel, Truth defrauds
Us all: the People, poorest friends, and God;
But hopes to clear Our Leaders' honest error;
Shared, except in duties owed, Our Terror
Shapes the Fate of Man and throws it all away;
When We make Good to hide what cannot sway
With Truth - and so denouncing both:
The Friends who stood by Us, in love, at most
With not but little fair dissenting views.
* * *
So pleasing to Ourselves', transcending virtue,
We soar aloft on puffs of fresh made facts
And spin. And spinning evidence, We act,
We roar, and furious avengeance falls
Right through: So thoughts align and dropp in awe,
Before the sparkling hours free horrors’ wake,
Obsequious devourer to thread and shake,
On silent panting breath - Where innocence died,
But blossomed through the night as Tomahawks flied,
And crashed with mighty shock into the World.
* * *
Where once unclouded westward breeze had blown,
And carried with it pure and truly sweet,
That fickle nectar - Freedom, fairest treat
For All, but exalting, did not suit need.
The West was won by fearfulness, by Greed;
So call the dying hoards to hunker down,
To spread wide Wings, that Glory may be known
At Night, to prove what Might has always shown:
That in the end, due process doesn't matter;
If Justice will not serve - Fear is better.
With pointed teeth, still sharpened, smiling then,
We feast upon the Garden. We eat EDEN.
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