The
puppeteer of propaganda
Strikes
again
And
sells the citizens
A
lust for death
In
the name of nationalism
And
the pride of acting tough
The
blood is shed
Upon
the ground
Because
their minds have not
Evolved
enough
You
wrap the flag and wear it
Like
a social womb
And
chastise those
Who
don’t agree with you
As
the bloodlust reaches fever pitch
You’ll
sloganeer some more
No
longer care or recollect
The
reasons that your nation’s fighting for
A
country’s ego
Is
the sum of its intent
I’d
hope the lives and money
Would
be spent
On
improvement of the common good
And
quality of life
But
more often than not
It
builds up armies
Just
to slaughter and divide
The
ways to solve the problem
When
it’s waging war
Is
just the lower animal’s way to go
It’s
much easier than dialogue
Diplomacy
takes time
In
the instant world they live in
They
must stick to faster ways
Of
changing minds
A
convenient tyrant
Always
helps the cause
Although
the conquerors
Can
be much worse
With
the promise of democracy
Of
course it’s for a price
Though
freedom is the selling point
Their
profit is the genuine device
Civilizations
kill themselves after a time
The
greed leads to eventual suicide
With
the ache for power taking over
Like
a deadly drug
The
addicts do not know
Or
really care about
What
they are dying of
The
ones who gain true wisdom
Tend
to see the signs
When
their world loses
Its
collective mind
And
the time is coming soon
When
we will see this for ourselves
The
foundation’s going to crumble
And
the structure will collapse
Upon
itself
And
from the ashes
Of
destructed humankind
The
phoenix of the higher mind
Will
rise
And
the hope is then renewed
To
see the chance of better ways
To
resolve the conflicts
And
to end the savage tactics
Of
the darker days
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