I posted this twice by mistake, I am not going to delete since I have likes on both, sorry.
War on terror, war on thugs,
war in Iraq, war in Afghanistan
Flying bullets, killing slugs,
didn’t learn a thing from Vietnam.
All this 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 the latest fighter jet.
Pass the buck and slapping backs,
add some more to the debt.
People don’t care what they spend,
for peace of mind, and the 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 really doesn’t give a damn,
he never will, he never has.
He has an agenda, and it’s a scam,
do you really believe that jazz?
Now the war on poverty,
that’s one they don’t want to tackle.
It’s not an issue, a major priority,
while cities and folks grapple, with their own day to day battle.
Soldiers and civilians, we all have our marching orders,
fall in and follow your 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 stratagize,
moves for the newest marching 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 last our last best hope; our humanity.
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