old white males cross their swords
while the pundits puke out words
on any subject, but on mass-murder
in our name, but outside our border

neoconservatives gaze there, smiling
papa, please, their nukes are piling!
where should we drop our next bomb?
any place that ends in "an"

oily hands wipe greedy asses
emptying half-empty glasses
till the truth becomes so dire
speaking it makes you a liar