Ghost flights piloted by evil men
Flying overhead
More young soldiers sent to war
En route to join the dead
A sick and cold child shivers
But only blanket bombs descend
Global warming dries up rivers
And our army’s all we’ll send
Middle America with giant asses
Force fed like the meat they devoured
Patriotic working classes
Exploited but feeling empowered
What shall we call this new democracy?
We’ll put you in power then you do as you please
Sounds more like hypocrisy
Like a war with an imaginary enemy
This fear mongered kind of democracy
I think we’ll call it reality
Lea Simpson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blanket-bombs-descend/
