Mass graves for the truth,
Before the dust settles over foreign lands,
buried in newspaper.
Monopolise
the choice of the masses,
in the name of Democrazy.
Hey, no need to point that gun -
I'll put my hands up:
middle finger topmost.
send me to desert
in distant lands: Mexico, Iraq, Nicaragua, Ireland,
Kosovo, Afganistan, Mars.
God bless us:
if he doesn't, Heaven's next.