I remember the day
that Washington burned,
And the bloody bits of JFK
still floating in
that Cuban bay
Hey, Hey, LBJ,
How many Kids
Did you Kill today?
Well, what can I say?
I wasn’t there to count ’em.
Napalm and Vietnam,
and a broken Saigon
and Viet-cahn,
Now President Saddam
and a Hydrogen bomb;
War.
What is it good for?
Look down and be reminded by your stumps
that you Can’t
Stand Up for your rights,
You left your legs in Afghanistan,
Just like your Dad left His in Iran!
Wheres the Taliban? There they are!
In the twisted scalding nails
And bits of metal in my Entrails!
In the desecrated monuments
And in the Veiled Females!
The Enemy is in my Head,
And if I shoot him Now,
He will be Dead.
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pounding
sounding in the distance
the drumroll starts,
feel it Beckoning
to your heart.
Drums, Drums,
the Wolves of War
Blood and Iron, sword and
Thundering Roar,
Slaughter, hands
slick with Gore!
Moving to
the drumroll of War,
Glory, Death and Murder-joy,
Come now lad,
off my boy!
Kill, stab, burn, Destroy!
Off we go boys, to
answer War!
Drums, drums!
rolling in your Heart,
don’t you want to
do your Part?
The acrid smell of
Gunpowder wakes Demons
in your Heart!
The Flames climb high
and homesteads Burn
Grab a women,
Take a turn!
Brutalize, Rape, Hurt, Take!
Drums, Drums!
The Animal call!
Screaming, grieving,
Pulling us All
A Maelstrom of Devastation!
an ignorant people’s Manipulated
Frustration
Drums, Drums,
Booming, Dooming
Land and body,
Spirit and Mind,
and tender feelings
Stripped from inside;
Drumrolls of War
Spilling over the Hills,
But
it’s Humankind
who Kills
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Wolfs don’t cry,
They greet Slaughter with mirth
Wolfs don’t sigh
They fight from birth
No one tells Wolfs what not to do
If you try, We’ll kill you too.
Wolfs meet challengers
with Tooth and Claw
Wolfs rip them apart
With bloodied maw.
Wolfs tear out the bad-guys lungs,
Wolfs clean their paws with Triumphant tongues
Wolfs don’t fall away from Villain or Foe
Wolfs eat their Fucking marrow!
In Fearless Night,
Wolfs run free in Wild snow
Although, if Wolfs don’t Cry,
Then why do I?
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