I gotta change my words and deeds,
I stick out like the proverbial.
Try to fit in, like the NPCs,
‘cos I’m a rusty fifth wheel.
Gotta start cheerin’ on our war machine,
bomb those peace lovin’ peasants to death.
Shoot innocent children, spread democracy,
and raze anything that’s left.
We came, we saw, we wage endless war.
We don’t give a fuck ’bout your children.
Corporate media’s right, I have now seen the light,
the grievous error of my errant ways.
War is peace, we should be fightin’ the good fight,
bring it on! The end of days.
With a human shell, they blend in well, cheer on the official lines.
Go John Galt or join the rabid-cult, a haven for weak minds.
©23.4.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman
Our endless weapons of war
I gotta change my stupid ways,