The Liberators
Hail this American killing machine!
Our power multiplied by our
ability to market
abomination
And damnation of enemies
following a leader
we see criminal
Though not voted for by citizens
or questioned by legislature
or put on trial
Not to spread democracy but to
force it into hearts
by ripping through flesh
Exposing the armor of bone
encasing the heart and
breaking it free
Then through media and propaganda
it is massaged to beat in a manner
that is American and good
Only to have the heart reject
the surgeon that saves it
as it explodes staining the faces
Of its liberators and fallen comrades
now seen as sacrifice and martyr
causing unity against a foreign invader
That no longer has an agenda
just presence in fallen family rooms
where justice has never dwelled before or after
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