Sestina: Bankers' Wars - Poem by Day Williams
We needed cause to pull U.S. to war
Across the ocean, for the people run
Toward pacifism, and we grow our profits
From stores of ammunition, food, and guns;
We said the ship had no munitions-lies-
The submarine torpedoed our deceit.
In ‘41 we practiced more deceit;
Americans stayed clear of Europe's war
Until we roused them, starting with our lies
Of Yellow Peril, and we knew they'd run
When bombs dropped in the harbor, run for guns
To fight the war and multiply our profits.
We "couped" the man who would have shrunk our profits,
Set up a patsy through our skilled deceit,
So the Joint Chiefs would have to buy more guns;
With a false flag we escalated war
While young Americans shed blood on runs
Over rice paddies, based on simple lies.
In a new century they worked (our lies) :
The Towers had to fall to grow our profits
In war against the Mideast lands; we run
Our pretexts through the media's deceit
To demonize the innocent, so war
Will spread and we'll earn profits selling guns.
The key: We scare the populace with guns
We sell to terrorists—we tell our lies
About the mass-destructive weapons; war
Will come as lies increase, so will the profits
We rake in, thanks to media deceit
With which we shape opinion, as we run
To vaults to stack our gold near the ski runs
And push to take away the Sheeple's guns
With false flags, hoaxes, with so much deceit
We'll conquer freedom where she dares to lie.
With obstacles removed, we'll count our profits
Across the cemeteries from the wars.
For decades through deceit and death and lies
We've had our joyful runs, and we still gun
For profits, benefits of endless wars.
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