Because oil is thicker than blood
Considering lost love in colonised mud
All of the agents orange red white and blue
Turning your insides to odious glue
Nobody knows what nobody owns up to
Business and politics their goals to pursue
Blurring the boundaries between the disease and the cure
Ripping and rewriting the definition of pure
Packaged and paraded in plastic virtue
It says so on TV - it must be true
From Vietnam to Venezuela Belfast to Beirut
They buy the bullets; decide who to shoot
Who gets the grants and the guns and the ground
Who get the lions share without making a sound
The tick and the tock of apocalypse clock
Justice decided using paper scissors rock
Honesty lost to electronic thumb
Raise your praise to god’s great slum
Hoist that rag over this heap of slag
There to recruit your fodder for flag
Shake hands with the madman from top ‘o the hill
Hear his garbled words swallow his bitter pill
Sugar coated, lubricated for easy reception
Black ops rain and opportunistic deception
This glacier’s melting the mind’s cold resistance
Briefcase bulging with dead insistence
That all is just peachy the system self-correcting
While all around, the earth is rejecting
this virus this vampire this parasitic species
Hell bent on seduction counting gold pieces
Biting the hand that can no longer feed
This dog that continues to lick its own greed
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…Because he can.
I fowndoubt
Reality comes apart at the seems
Diplomat’s suit tailored for guns
Briefcase long on America’s dreams
At the cost of everyones sons
"We are against torture", they say
As I reminisce in dismay
Of naked men on leashes,
Their integrity ripped into pieces
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