The American People

We are the American people
Loving Jesus, church with steeple
Voluptuous cushion of assurance
Unquestioning, righteous, our concurrence

The nationâ??s fear is so infectious
Redemptive bloodlust might protect us
They cannot change so what\'s in store
If not a never-ending war?

What can we do, who can we blame?
We know inside they\'re all the same
This national lynch mob cannot stop
Glorious presidential photo-op

Our body counts, so good, so low
Our working class, the ones to go
Their hope is our benign neglect
No need to think, care, or reflect

Weâ??re strong and nearly unopposed
And they\'ll be buried, decomposed
There is no risk, no roll of dice
We do it without sacrifice

Be resolute and do not bend
Since they will thank us in the end
For mother, father, sister, son
Dead and buried, freedom won

It\'s so simple, black and white
Reason fails so we must fight
While we won\'t give for we are strong
Unlike us they\'ll break before long

Islamic, balsamic itâ??s all the same
Oily, murderous, money game
Forced into it, it\'s not our fault
Their just rewards, deadly assault

We can\'t be wrong, I\'ll be explicit
It\'s all their fault, we\'re not complicit
They\'re ignorant of our God-like mission
As we beat them all into submission

Labels define us to a \"T\"
Yellow ribbons on our SUV
I\'m for the cause one hundred percent
Regretful though not penitent

Admit to nothing, straddle no fence
Has naught to do with competence
If we can\'t get the ones who dunnit
Get some others, that\'s how we\'ll run it

Techno-warfare, missiles in space
Unleashed without even a face
To know in moment of last breath
A reason for the end, ones death

We\'re good at war, as well you know
Your kids don\'t even need to go
Forget it starting based on lies
We stay by keeping news sanitized

Oh Lord, sweet Jesus, God of war
Help us smite them we implore
Rain oil down on us from on high
Until our wells have all run dry

And please accept our stated reasons
For more death with each passing season
We\'ll help them learn Lord, if you\'re willing
See it our way or see blood-spilling

World opinion matters not
We need no friends to join our plot
When we need help they\'ll have forgotten
The spoils however misbegotten

Will hope arise, will it fight back
Through mindless stupor, Mac Attack?
Find one good man, a fearless leader
Sans riches, ego, vengeance meter

Who\'s strong enough to turn a cheek
Holding mighty no higher than meek
Relentless in the quest for peace
No cronies, debts, or palms to grease

Pat Pattillo ©2006
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