New World War
There's a dirty little secret I have to share with you, my child,
There's some that when those planes went in that maybe hid a smile.
Others whooped and hollered, cheered by flaming blow,
Having families, friends and neighbours that understood their show.
There never was an Empire built alone on right.
There never was an Empire whose subjects would not fight.
The needless death of many is Empire's private face;
To live by blows and die by blows is ancient as our race.
I've seen the children run and burn from Western fire,
I've seen those people jumping from the massive funeral pyre.
And this to me was evil sure, yet tempering my shock,
A still voice murmurred deep within, "So swings the weathercock".
So put away your grieving, child, there's fightin' to be done,
And, far more than fightin', talkin', before our fight is won.
So put away your chickenhawks and religious agit'eurs,
For freedom's fight's a singing fight and singing's to be heard.
I've learnt McAndrew's lesson hard, my 'puters are his steam,
The towers felled, the world's ablaze not waking from this dream.
My numbers recall many things that seem to be absurd,
For now's the changing of the times:- th' impossible's occurred.
I cannot say I know for sure, I cannot make you know,
The build up to this bloody war was long and sure and slow,
But there are those who dream up war for gold or Empire's gain,
And in all wars the only sure's that both sides will feel pain.
The dream the PNACs had been brewin' came real in fire and fear that day,
No matter much its way of doin', the towers fell their way.
See, 'taint so much its way of doin', tho' take a look
in here,
The war the killers had been brewin' had found its engineer.
Know those who love their golden dreams did turn a cold blind eye,
To perverse schemes that smoothed the way for terror from the sky.
While others dreamt cold Empire's dream, knowing for the best we fight,
And in a war this is for sure -- first corpses prove the right.
Think you this war's for freedom's call? Then look you what they do.
Just who would woo with shock and awe as freedom's billet-doux?
Think you that Saddam caused the blow, or he was in on it?
You'll find you've been misled somehow, by media counterfeit.
You think that mass destructive power was hid in wrecked Iraq?
It was not so. No evidence, nor needed to attack.
This new world war's not like the old, the sides are hardly clear.
But, just one side has reason's hold -- the others must use fear.
As reason is our freedom's friend, not Hell or Paradise,
So reason will this nightmare end, not needless sacrifice.
Yes, we've been misled. We've stumbled and we've strayed.
We've been religiously misled, and freedom's been betrayed.
John Tucker, June 2006
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