A Patriot's Peace
I am strong and don't want to fight But my cause is just and always right So hold your tongue and sit tight As I bark a lot and threaten bite My cause is true, or so I am told By those who live within my fold They buy into the vision foretold And get to stay out of bitter cold Wars and bombs and hateful rallies As we add to death's great tallies Our war’s judged by chosen allies— A self-perpetuating string of follies I don't hate, and I am quite kind But I must sharpen the dull mind— They who can't seem to clearly find The simple answer, same as mine The fools, the fools—ignorant fools! Can't see the beautiful economic tools When we all play by war’s simple rules And let money flow, like warm drool Until the end—the bitter, simple end— Where I shall ask for peace, my friend As if all we’d done was just pretend And not some final, calculated portend And soon my corpse will sit and rot On a hill reserved for valor fought In irony, we all rest...