There is no reason for this war
The one aching to be fought
Even the people who approve
Are having trouble being bought
We all feel the emptiness
Of the gestures of the chief
His last refuge is patriotism
When the list of motives run brief.

There is no reason for dying
For a clandestine agenda
Or for sacrificing so many people
For a prodigal son’s vendetta
We all feel the emptiness
Of the speeches of the chief
Traitor is the unspoken word
For those who stance is unbelief.

There is a reason for doubting
Those declarations from the hill
They might achieve their victory
But we, the people, will pay the bill
We all feel the emptiness
Of the actions of the chief
Spend anything for security
The cost of that is our grief.


12-21-02

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