Fuzzy Stories
They give us fuzzy stories on why they start a war
To us, it seems quite bizarre
As bombs fall from the sky
They feed us another lie
They gave us "weapons of mass destruction" before
Then came the blood and gore
It was really quite appalling
But the bombs kept falling
So another country we'll rearrange
and call it regime change
A story on the news will manage
To talk about collateral damage
As missiles go sailing by
Innocent people will die
And as their story blurs
Those in charge will tend to their heel spurs
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