The Red, White & Dead

The war machine sputters
Its last
Stinking breath of
Death Gods
Uttered from the lips of politicians
Tipsy with blood red adrenaline
Fanatically staining flags
And fags alike.

Oh dear, dear,
Deathly oil
Spurting skyward --
My word! Splashing the air
With blood red shots of glory,
Gory hallelujah!

Drunk on war,
We red, white, and blue ya
To kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
Come, come to the land of the free,
The home of the brave,
Oh say can you see,
Ben Laden's left the cave
By the dawn's early light

In plain, plain sight
All the lives
Dying to get to
Blood red heaven
Lying in repose, dried up
Petals of the rose
Blood red death
Mainlined up the nose

Exploding by the road side
A baby cries in
Flat-screen technicolor
My country tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty

Frozen in time
Far off in a harbor
Between the ghosts
Of two towers
Showering death --
For nine impossible seconds --
Down, down, down.

© The Unknown Candidate 2007