Trim the BUSH
pkh43
Posts: 253
Statement II
2003
Pardon Me
Mr. President
Sir?
What does a tax-cut mean?
The rich get rich
Middleclass and the poor
Learn to live lean
You son-of-a-bitch
All this boarders on the obscene
Mr. Multi-millionaire
Why don’t you share
Your wealth?
Americas poor shoved on the shelf
Starving
Dying
Collecting dust
Tell me now!
HOW CAN WE TRUST?
Can you look us in the eye
With a face
We are beginning to despise?
Contempt towards your lie
That you force feed to us
Till we try
To find the truth
Gather the proof
Of your ways
So aloof
American citizens your unwilling bride
The news
Spews
Views
Of young Americans
Dying for lies everyday
Excuse me President
Mr. Man with a so-called plan
Have anything pathetic to say?
Our sons and daughters
Coming home draped in our flag
Mr. President
Can you see them
In a box or a bag
From your mansion?
Have you lost your compassion?
Spit on you my phlegm
Signifies my mistrust
Greed controls administrations lust
Cheney’s link to oil
Pompousness leads to spoil
Your self wealth
The truth will foil
What your $$$ will buy
I raise a toast
To an administration
That I despise the most
So where are we now?
Can you tell me how
No weapons found
SUSPECT
This story
Conspiracy theories going around
A terrorist link?
Sit back and think
What was true
What you really knew
Did you try to hide
What was really inside
Your reason
To push our country
To this death season
Was it pride?
Hearing they wanted your father to die
Forced us along for the ride
All for a sons love for his father at his side
Your instillation of a so-called Democracy
From such a Hypocrisy
Fuels the animosity
Against us
By the Muslim world
How many do they have to kill?
Till we understand
That we’ll never conquer their will
How many shrines
Can cover the grime
Fueled by the human spirit
Their rage a conduit
Doubts on the rise
For all that they despise
What’s the butchers bill
How many have been killed
Today
To our parents
What do we say
Put their dreams on the block
Tell them to take stock
For all they saved
Given to the grave
A lifetime of service
Administration stole from us
We are now their unwilling slave
2003
Pardon Me
Mr. President
Sir?
What does a tax-cut mean?
The rich get rich
Middleclass and the poor
Learn to live lean
You son-of-a-bitch
All this boarders on the obscene
Mr. Multi-millionaire
Why don’t you share
Your wealth?
Americas poor shoved on the shelf
Starving
Dying
Collecting dust
Tell me now!
HOW CAN WE TRUST?
Can you look us in the eye
With a face
We are beginning to despise?
Contempt towards your lie
That you force feed to us
Till we try
To find the truth
Gather the proof
Of your ways
So aloof
American citizens your unwilling bride
The news
Spews
Views
Of young Americans
Dying for lies everyday
Excuse me President
Mr. Man with a so-called plan
Have anything pathetic to say?
Our sons and daughters
Coming home draped in our flag
Mr. President
Can you see them
In a box or a bag
From your mansion?
Have you lost your compassion?
Spit on you my phlegm
Signifies my mistrust
Greed controls administrations lust
Cheney’s link to oil
Pompousness leads to spoil
Your self wealth
The truth will foil
What your $$$ will buy
I raise a toast
To an administration
That I despise the most
So where are we now?
Can you tell me how
No weapons found
SUSPECT
This story
Conspiracy theories going around
A terrorist link?
Sit back and think
What was true
What you really knew
Did you try to hide
What was really inside
Your reason
To push our country
To this death season
Was it pride?
Hearing they wanted your father to die
Forced us along for the ride
All for a sons love for his father at his side
Your instillation of a so-called Democracy
From such a Hypocrisy
Fuels the animosity
Against us
By the Muslim world
How many do they have to kill?
Till we understand
That we’ll never conquer their will
How many shrines
Can cover the grime
Fueled by the human spirit
Their rage a conduit
Doubts on the rise
For all that they despise
What’s the butchers bill
How many have been killed
Today
To our parents
What do we say
Put their dreams on the block
Tell them to take stock
For all they saved
Given to the grave
A lifetime of service
Administration stole from us
We are now their unwilling slave
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