Spoils of Victory
The girl who showed (the dreary child)
With countenance both sad and mild
Was from a bloody land exiled
I’m told the nation of her birth
Is now a gory mound of earth
Warlords, weapons, wealth and worth
Unrestrained appetites will devour
And human beings will kill for power
Terror, torture, bloody towers
The weak and hateless are first to suffer
When demagogues urge us tougher
The meek will bleed; the rough get rougher
Life is fleeting, profits certain
And who is that behind the curtain?
Blackwater and Halliburton
It behooves the species to isolate
Those abject monsters who live for hate
Instead, we make them heads of state
To whom could we ever hope to atone
This fateful “error bred in the bone”?
Live, kill and die alone
Wash your hands, take a rest
Count the ways that you’ve been blessed
And struggle against all who would attest
That they drop bombs to make men free
While screen-addled drones like you and me
Consume the spoils of victory
by Richard W. Bray
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