Callus Crusaders
Their shameless charade
What are a few lives
When fortunes are made

Murdering millions
To bulge bottom lines
Make tidy profits
On rifles and mines

Backing the butchers
With chemical cakes
Medical murders
That viruses take

Manipulate masses
Through horror and fear
Chip away freedom
While forefathers tear

Sing to the public
A patriot’s song
Enlisting their children
To cover their wrong

Sending in soldiers
Our blood in the sand
All for the need
To meet our demand

Fatefully fighting
And Tomahawks flown
To place a new prince
On hypocrisy’s throne

Author
M@C
copyright ©
Ed Schmidt 2003