Regime Of Destruction

Wolves in sheep's clothing,
surrounded by lies.
Demons so deadly,
dressed and disguised.
Corrupting our kids,
corrupting our lives.
Corrupting the land,
the earth, and the sky.

You think we won't listen.
You think we won't care.
You dream that we sit,
and gawk unaware.
Act like we won't fight.
Act like we won't dare.
If you think that you're right,
then you better beware.

You sit in your chairs,
and smoke your cigars,
while young men are battered
in countries afar.
You lie about why;
you hide all of your scars.
And when they're uncovered,
we're thrown behind bars.

The press is your crony,
the media's your slave.
Forced to teach us manners;
to help us behave.
You send out a signal-
an onslaught of waves.
You busy our minds
with products to crave.

The towers were martyrs-
at least, so you say.
But what of Nagasaki?
Did you weep on that day?
Did you cry in your bed,
stricken with dismay?
You weren't even there.
You fought and ran away.

You say that its justice.
You say that it's true.
But we see the empire
and the revenge overdue.
You say that they're monsters.
You point, saying "pursue".
I say that you're full of it,
and that the true monster is you.