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America the absurdity of it all just galls me.
America watch out for the Peace Train, the refrain might incite violent (pat)riots for peace.
America how can I trust these vague warnings alarming me of impending doom?
America when will I be proud again?
America I pray every day.
America I watch as the Pentagon plans wars with ambitions for this skin.
America remember McCarthy’s red scare.
America where are the terrorists?
America don’t forget Vietnam.
America I will not forget those thirty-six days after the 2000 election
America Al Gore is my president.
When will the people have the power America?
We watch corporations rake in tax deductions, buying power,
paying the average worker pennies on the CEOs dollar.
America we’re losing jobs, outsourcing hurts, Bush thinks outsourcing works.
He gives tax breaks for foreign-based production,
fucking the middle class, and then this asshole asks for our votes?
Playing us for fools, conniving with thriving corporations.
Bush sold shares for tons of money, Martha Stewart’s in jail; Justice is funny.
Energy interests determine our policies, then we act surprised when these skies get so fucked up?
America, you are not the nation I’ve read about.
Where are the historic cries of revolution?
You must have been so beautiful in your youth, America.
Patriots paid for rights in your name, and Presidents truthfully explained their aims.
Do you feel used America?
Uncle Sam does not approve.
Eight years of prosperity, a record surplus, in just four years, Bush managed to fuck it all up.
But now he says it’s on the mend, pushing tax cuts for all, especially his friends,
who won’t end up spending a dime, trying to amass critical wealth for the rapture,
orchestrating shady deals on the heels of this misguided march to war.
America 3000 lives September 11, 2001.
America remember the Reichstag.
Show the FBI your library books.
I'm so tired, America.
When will I be inspired again?
America the terror alert level is red, Dick Cheney says we’re all fucked.
When will you learn, no one will care when it matters, no matter.
Your depleted uranium is too much for them.
Are ten thousand innocents and a thousand soldiers worth three Husseins?
Are you insane America?
What logic is that, what facts do you have that I don’t?
America you're the macho asshole who pushes people around,
demands attention, the biggest terrorist there's ever been.
In the land of the feared and the home of the ‘fraid, bravery is outdated,
dissent is dissuaded, and terror is perpetrated, created by familiar faces.
America, Tom Ridge tells me I shouldn’t go shopping,
and Dick Cheney says that the only thing stopping
the terrorist threat from attacking our citizens is Bush’s farce of playing president?
For those who are worried, feel safer, be quiet,
Our esteemed (mis)leader has adopted a no-pretzel diet.
No terrorist threats today, Homeland Security is taking a break
from their fear campaign, Bush reminds we must remain vigilant.
Birthing more absurdity with his words, cursing insurgents while rallying
more to their cause with ignorant comments like “Bring ‘em on.”
But you don’t truly know Bush until you’ve heard the man maiming phrases,
spinning them like tops in his mind, dizzying himself with their colors,
uttering nonsense, it’s brilliant, I trust this man completely with our safety.
America, if I only had four minutes with George W. Bush.
That awful sloping smirk lurks just under the surface,
so far from a smile it makes me nervous he’s got the codes to a stockpile he can’t pronounce.
And I’d pounce with sharp remarks, quips about antique policies that advance terrorism.
He’d stammer and stutter, thoroughly flustered, and when he’d finally finished fretting,
I would remind him that by his record, he’s a terrible peace president.
I’d tell him his war is unjustified and so are the lies that brought us to war in the first place,
his disgrace should be evident on his face at this point, and I’d shame him to death.
When Condoleezza Rice says 9/11 was a complete surprise, the lies pile up.
Their intelligence doesn’t play well with ignorance, and the lack of a defensive response
seems impeachable, but now this man is suddenly dependable?
America you watch this man whore your flag, gag it down the public's throat,
and gloat about the biggest fuck-up of his tenure.
George W. Bush, you're stuck up and I still don't trust Ashcroft or his views,
or having Wolfowitz choose whether I die in the desert.
America I thought we were better than this.
America what happened at Abu Ghraib?
America I remember My Lai.
America you’re the same as you were before, and I abhor your war crimes.
America, I don’t like your war-first mentality, it’s clear to me you have other motives.
I turn on the teevee and they tell me it’s all fin(it)e.
Online, I turn to foreign feeds and you wouldn’t believe the chaos.
I remember when the teevee cut to heroic scenes on a flight deck,
and I sat and listened to the glorious news, America.
Mission Accomplished. The Battle of Iraq is over.
But behind all the lives lost and these enormous costs, it’s just a war of hypocrisy.
Bush the elder supported Saddam, gave him our bombs,
and didn’t say a word when he gassed the Kurds.
Bush’s dad, he wooed Iraq, and told Saddam we had his back in any fight against Iran,
Rumsfeldt went to shake his hand and they looked rather friendly in pictures.
Switch to twenty years later, the evil dictator Saddam’s been brought to justice,
but look in Iraq, you’ll see it’s just us.
America when will you admit your mistakes?
Bush won’t admit any after a Godless youth, but off the top of my head I can think of two.
One: After he was told on 9/11 he hid in that school.
He stayed, wasting precious time to protect the doomed few who believed in his leadership
before flying for hours in Air Force One, shirking responsibility, AWOL again?
And now his forte is fortitude?
Fortunately for him, his friends at Fox News frame him bravely,
portraying faux Texan bravado as the death toll silently climbs.
Two: It is 2002 and Bush tells me he doesn’t think much about bin Laden.
After 9/11 the world did change, and the real men who attacked us got away
while our leader’s lips glistened as they eyed Iraq.
America at that point, there was no turning back.
America I see this once proud crowd cowed by shouts of mushroom clouds.
Where is the American optimism I’ve heard about?
Around the world, millions marched against the war, their pursuits muted by the media,
manipulated by intelligence created for one benefit:
George W. Bush wanted to be a war president.
So these men spouted lies and touted ties between 9/11 and Iraq,
Flaunted falsities, where exactly are those WMDs?
And I sense these men mean nothing to you, you use them in your war,
Bringing them home under cover of night, pawns in your politics,
plucked from distant battlefields and veiled as their caskets return,
the one thing you learned from before: people don’t like facing the costs of war.
America where have your leaders gone?
The demise of the dignified statesman in America
can be traced to a distant Dallas day, when Oswald took a Catholic away.
America, you had resolve, and you solved problems instead of making them,
And I wish I could have seen you then.
But, heavenly sent, JFK was only lent until the Fall of 1963.
And what a fall it was, America.
How could you look those widows in the eyes and tell them their husbands died for a reason?
We’ve seen your calm reasoning before, Washington; you told us freedom was on the march,
no reason to depart from effective strategy, don’t worry about casualties,
we’re killing more Communists, and in our book, that’s a win.
In the end, almost 60,000 dead, pawns in politics they didn’t understand, and
Their names wait on the cold black granite, reminding us of the inevitable costs of war.
America, when it rains, the grey grooves on that black wall darken and fade into obscurity,
honorable souls lost until the sun’s blessing, nature’s amnesia of history’s lessons,
and I wonder now if these men mean more than disappearing names in your agenda of war.
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