Impressionable Experiences

Philosophy of the Spirit

"Manufacturing Death"

2003

War is an ugly passion,

Such a brutal bloody fashion.

No matter fascist,

Or fatter capitalist

They are all the same.

In it for the political gain,

So there is no fame.

Their strategy is blame.

As wallets grow thicker,

The innocent get sicker.

As the rich rhetorically bicker,

Young girls and boys are lost quicker.

Yet today it shall be more,

Terror's ugly war,

Now a shadow on our door.

Civilians will die,

When before they only cried.

Rhetoric's blame is only a lie,

Fooling us to fight and die.

When will we finally see?

That it is they we do not need.

Remember it is they who do not go,

For if they did war would never grow.

And so it shall be time and again,

History keeps leading blind young men,

Eager to fight and die,

For a cause that is only a lie,

Picking up their arms with pride.

Only to lose dignity and die

Sit and ask the question why?

And the answer will be the same.

The rich will manufacture death,

Till they shall win their silly game,

A cycle that never ends till she takes her last breath.