Doctrine of Death
Open the book of wars,
tally up the numbers of the dead
Close the doors to the peace talk room,
have no one record what is said
They don’t want you to hear about
the sacrifices that will have to be made
Somebody gotta die for the cause,
so order more body bags til the bill is paid
Leader Man,
go preach the doctrine of death
War Physician,
tell them it’s good for their health
Political Doktor,
sell people bottles of placebo Strangelove
Sadducee Coroner,
Pilate rinse your bloody latex gloves
Close the book on the last war,
most killed in the shortest time did it take
Open the pit to its bottomless core
Lovers of war, strange bedfellows do make —
They who started the nuclear fires,
let them get tossed into the brimstone lake
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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