Waste Machine Part Ii

Sin plagues the land! Where men cry out from false pulpits That we can get :back to the Garden" And mongrelize ourselves into Some kind of World Man, Sin plagues the land. Where honest, decent fellows Are dragged off to lose The no-win wars, and "righteous causes" become Enmeshed in UN delegations And rich senators for hire! And lies roar out of the Gulf of Tonkin Tseunami-like, wearing medals they explode Into long rows of graves and long rows of steel Emplanted upright still steaming from the Cutter charges, And sandbags sprout like locasts In the streets of old Kuwait And up to Tikrit's fortress, While lies flow in the night Back and forth from DC town And From Tel Aviv to Tehran And back again, History writes its story On the dust of our dead sons. And the Court Historians make a movie of it. We'll watch it just for fun.