... seems an appropriate title for something that's been sitting on my phone, unfinished for about six months. The older I get, the less productive I seem to be.
Hatred of horses learns to ride
Into battle with the other side
Hand of god and fiery wing
Beating on the enemies of everything
Singing songs about revolution
And the words those bullets spoke
There was thunder in the distance
Human race went up in smoke
"This is where it starts to get beautiful"
Said the smart man to the king
He was dressed in pretty colours
Snaking vulture, gameshow grin
And he painted pretty pictures
As he flew into the air
And he left his people sinking
In the blood and guts down there
"This is where you pledge allegiance"
Said the preacher to the crowd
There was smoke and there was mirrors
There was music playing loud
Then another and another
Same damn corpse in different rags
Bearing rules and regulations
Wielding power and waving flags
"This is where the base metal learns to fly"
Said the chief of Warfare inc.
To the board of guys who paid his rent
And kept his wife in mink
He was sick and tired of slaughter
But addicted to the wealth
And he slept at night cos he told himself
That a gun don't shoot itself
"This is where the mothers lose their sons"
Said the actor on the screen
But they've earned a place in Disneyland
For their service to the dream
He's a study in sincerity
Autocued to "frown right there"
Mass manufactured sentiment
The news that really cares
"This is where our spirit fails"
Said the one who sees it all
The dice are loaded, deck is stacked
The clarion makes his call
While the stupid march relentless
The wise irresolute
Eternity or oblivion
Which target will we shoot?
That was good stuff Pent!
Thanks man.