the olive ream

O say, can you see, 19 terrorist’s take flight,
What so proudly we hail’d as the Al Qaeda’s evil scheming.
With a broad beard and beady eyes, he laid claim to this perilous fight,
O’er CNN we watch’d, the attack on W.T.C.
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro’ the night that we attacked Iraq instead.
O say, does it matter that there were no WMDs?
O’er the land of large oil reserves and the home of new strategic military bases.

On other shore dimly seen thro’ our satellite surveillance cameras,
Where the foe’s naughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which we see, o’er the border, in Iran,
An ‘allegedly’ suspect nuclear program it half conceals, half discloses.
Now it catches the gleam of the Neoconic dream,
To pre-emptively attack in full glory, another sovereign nation in full stream
‘Tis the star-scrambled bummer: O, another faux war
O’er the another land of large oil reserves and the home of strategic military advantage for Israel’s sake.

And here is that band who so vauntingly swore
To create the havoc of war and in the battle’s confusion,
remove citizens’ rights and corrode the constitution.

Iraqi blood has wash’d out their foul footsteps’ pollution (or so they think).
No refuge could save the citizen slave
From the terror of (another) faux impending attack or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-scrambled bummer in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the indifferent and the home of the unlawfully detained.

O thus be it never when free-men shall stand
Between their home and the war’s desolation;
Blest with Globalism, may the corporate-sponsored land
Praise the Pow’r that hath made this a complete fascist nation
Then conquer we must, no matter how clearly unjust,
And this be our motto: “In avarice we trust!”
And the star-scrambled bummer in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the controlled and the home of the scared!

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