ShowTime March 2002
Is this the end?
Have you ever wondered what it was all for?
Who remembers the facts anyway?
All I can say is we're free falling fast
It's all a game; it's all a mask
A blanket of moral destruction
Subtle yet so red we stop to suck it in
Breathe it, exhaling hatred bigotry,
The wicked words of the Christian coalition
What? Who said that?
Is this a time to follow our cowboy shepherd
Or extract the motives
The sex apeel of battle
So naughty but it feels oh so good
Tarring our skin the diving deep into the bank vault
The stench of sweaty sex, greed, grease,
Charred tarred flesh
You can smell it in the air
Lingering over our fascist fiscal political fiends
The conclusion my mind made:
This country could evolve if it were not for the politicians
Revision: the truth seekers are precious and few
But how can they move forward
While the majority let the law slips past their sticky finger
(And I thought prostitution was illegal in most states)...
This country is acting on a bruised ego
Because America is the undisputed champion of the world
The antidote for this terrorizing disease?
It's morphetic hold on all social anxieties
The whole country waiting in line at the local YMCA
Anticipating this winters flu shot
Only to be painfully pricked
Then slightly poisoned with the very germs
We were trying to escape
We were knocked down but not out,
Ideally, our perspective should have changed
Maybe we would have stepped out of the ring just for a moment
But our press agent "just wouldn't have it"
Gotta hand it to this country,
When you piss us off
We'll piss on you...
Napalm that is
We'll kill innocent men, women, and children
Chalking it up to the good of the "revolution"
This war this made for TV mini series is revolting
Slightly slanted and skewed
Stand back ladies and gentlemen its ShowTime
"He who joyfully marches to music in rank and file has already earned my contempt.
He has been given a large brain by mistake since for him the spinal cord would suffice...
Heroism at command, senseless brutality, deplorable love of country, stance.
How violently I hate all this. How despicable an ignoble war is, I would rather be
Torn to shreds than be a apart or base in action. its my conviction that killing under
The cloak of war is nothing more than and act of murder"
Albert Einstein (1930)
"Circles and circles and circles again"
By Caryn Levine