Slaves To Our Doctrine

Slaves to our Doctrine 
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Slaves to our Doctrine, we comply heads bowed

voices are muted, complacent but cowed

This 'Ism is ours,  we defend it so blindly

not seeing through disasters occurred so timely

Hateful fervor fueled by fear

Evil greed snuck through smoke and mirror

 

Slaves to our Doctrine, waving flag high...

Socialists burn!  Communists die!

Pacifists lack patriotism when asking why?

We fight only for a bigger piece of the Pie

 

Slaves to our Doctrine, but see how it works for us?

Ants march in line, complacency masks cowardice!

So long as simple wants are in seeming plenty...

Our questions are few,  if there are any...

Watching TV and eating what's fed

Not realizing we are the means to an end...

Profit for those who pull on the reigns

Laughing at all of us doctrine slaves--

"They sing OUR song,  thinking they're free"!!

"Happily dragging chains they can't even see"!!

"Lets fill their heads with monsters to fight until the end"

"They'll fixate to fight--its always US vs.Them"!!

 

.....dragging chains we can't even see.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Suzadail Jr. Avatar
January 17, 2009 at 8:04 PM
War is a necessity in defense of your country, not for an oil hunting expedition. We should have never been in Nam, nor Iraq. We should have responded much harsher when we were attacked on 9-11, and not use those deaths as a ploy to invade a country that wasn't involved. If I'm not mistaken, there were two from Afghanistan and 14 from Saudi Arabia, and NONE, ZERO, ZILCH from Iraq. Bush never responded against his oil buddies. Vince
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