The Real Terror

The necktie wearers, and flag pin bearers Combing arcane smiles With not one word out of place Colluded to recreate Pearl harbor's reincarnate History's wounds slashed by new swords A mirror of quondam contempt Semblance of peace sat behind a podium Truths interstice fogged Aridity of public sentiment Proved a deserted nature of love Thirsty for blood of whom we know not Patriotism painted from a teleprompter As cobblers cleaned and mended The boots which young feet filled Whilst scoundrels signed a death waiver For workers to pluck cold limbs And prepare the fields Where black gold geysers Diluted the red stained, hallowed ground Commissioned were penny whistles And morts moaning on cue For quarry men slouched In the dirt, for eternal rest Before rhetoric trumped up heroism The azure above was clear and crisp Til mercurial darkness was summoned On desolations blooming row As pinwheels kept on spinning At the home of those who plot Another stratagem, another canvas To splatter blood upon