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Declare war on Iraq.
Declare war on Iran.
Declare war on Kerry's waffle house.
Declare war on Obama bin Osama Hussein.
Declare war on losing cannon fisted power.
Mostly just shoot and aim.

Declare war on a dart board,
here, there, and everywhere.
And keep up your blood sacrifice
'cause they refuse to talk; they never talk.
Declare war on spring.
Declare war on summer.
Declare war because God said so,
in half-armored vehicles through the snow,
'cause God always says so,
Amen.

War has been declared to be no longer declarable.
As long as weapons can be bought and fatigues are wearable.

If they had only listened to the people in the sixties –
made love instead, then Tricky Dicky's
undeclared fiasco
may have been the last go.

But they didn't make love, they made hate.
And despite the Watergate,
elections are even more screwed,
government's much more crude.

That's "crude" like
conspicuously indecent –
Simply witness the most recent.

We have heard the official word
is all wars must be declared.
But I guess the job of the Senate
has been forever spared.

No need to declare it, just grin and bare it,
Mr. Bush said we must, then pre-empted.
Apparently, sir, the declaration of war
has been forever exempted.

From high o'er the desk where he runs
all the business of fathers and sons,
our Commander-in-Chief
grins a climax relief
to the grief of we sucking his guns,

of we secrets hid under his pen
of executive order. But when
we who hookers present
from the shadows are rent,
will we try his sins now as we'd then,

when another his office enjoyed
through the bodies of those he employed?
For his lovers, one lied.
For one’s falsehood, lives died.
So which more the office destroyed?

nice work, mnaz.

declare war on war.