War on terror, war on thugs,
war in Iraq, war in Afghanistan.
Flying bullets, killing slugs,
didn’t learn a thing from Vietnam.
All the fighting and feuding,
we have an arsenal, a weapon of every kind.
We all know there’s corruption and colluding.
rob the mint, there’s more money to print; no one seems to mind.
Contacts and billion dollar contracts,
for the armory: the warships and latest fighter jet.
Passing the buck and patting backs,
add some more to the debt.
We need to drop more bombs,
leave behind orphans and widows,
and grieving dads and moms.
The killed, we don’t even know if they’re friends or foes.
People don’t care what they spend,
for peace of mind and a sense of security.
It’s been going on and on, and it will never end.
fighting to be free, protect us from the enemy.
Uncle Sam, he doesn’t really give a damn,
he never will and never has.
He has an agenda, and it’s a scam
did you really believe that jazz?
Now the war on poverty,
that’s one they don’t want to tackle.
It’s not an issue of priority,
while cities and folks grapple, with their own day to day battle.
Soldier and civilians, we all have our marching orders,
fall in and follow the leaders.
They’ll cut the budget, and cut corners,
while they take us to the cleaners.
The chiefs and masterminds, gather safe at headquarters,
with maps and graphs, they plan and strategize,
moves for the newest marcing orders.
On the front lines, bugle calls and battle cries.
Our efforts and resources would be better spent,
on rebuilding broken lives, and the neglected community.
I would make the argument,
we’ve won nothing, but lost our last best hope; our humanity.