M.I. Complex

How much money do you need,

Before we can have our peace?

We don’t know these people,

We don’t know their land,

We don’t know their culture,

But you ask us to cheer for their defeat.

They’ve done nothing to me,

None of my woes are a result of them.

The dream gets smaller,

And you continue to write blank checks

Signed with a 24-karat gold pen.

Run up the debt!

But mark me down for mine.

Illusion of choice-

Right or Left-

While your boys never see the front line.

And the blood that soaks the soil

Forever stains your feet.

Still, you continue to walk that path,

Asking for our sons to

Lock,

Load,

Fire,

Repeat…

On strangers at that-

Tell us it’s for national security,

But in reality…

It’s for your pockets to get fat.

Eisenhower tried to warn us,

And with the distractions,

The empire continued to grow.

Si vis pacem,

Para bellum-

The latter is all they seem to know.