Military Channel

[mnaz]

My father has seen the seasons.
He now comes to curse this needless war
He rails against all the President's men
He protests the sacrifice of our children
On a bloodstained altar, like tithe or tax
We the people, in order to build a more
perfect bottom line, a noble campaign
Almighty God of gain write our slogan
High-minded speech of freedom
We go, enslaved by linguistics

My father now curses a legacy of lies
Built on false pride and senseless waste
He sees through it now, enough is enough
mass murder for profit, death of a race

Later I find him asleep in his chair
War Channel on televison, volume on high...
Ritual tales of a bottomless courage
Sanitized agony, honor and purpose
Suicide, like the seasons,
an endless loop.

[mnaz]

True story.