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Saturday, July 16, 2016

SELECTIVE COMPASSION IN AN ERA OF STATE TERROR

We can’t afford to be selective in who we do and don’t have compassion for
But we’ve lost all perspective, that’s why we follow the latest fashions more and more
All based on the directives from our warmongering rulers to narrow our focus
To the plight of the nation, jingoism blaring from every single television station
It’s a bleak situation that we’re facing, no prospects for any form of reconciliation
With the enemies created by the government, with the aid of the corporate media
Are we ready for more radioactive bomb showers directed only at terrorists?
Precision drone strikes that save lives except for those of the enemy’s kids
But we’ll never feel for them, when we should be blowing our lids at the injustice
No, we care not that being born into a war zone was all that they did

Cadaver pits are quite the normal thing these days, so it would seem
It gives me the shits that things have to be this way, could it be
That when we hear the patriotic songbirds sing, we become truly happy
And when there's nothing to watch on TV, we catch glimpses of corpses and amputees
Being able to bear witness to such things is the essence of freedom
In fact we see them so often, we write the tragedy off as boredom

There is no room for dissent when we simply devour what the media represents
As the truth in the fiction that is the Hollywood depiction of major geopolitical events
They dangle much bullshit in front of us and we swallow it hook, line and sinker
As we take more hits for the home team in a sports extravaganza for non-thinkers
In yet another chapter of Ender’s game, the winning team continues to kill and maim
Dune niggers in the name of oil and empire, innocent folk caught up in the crossfire
Between the rulers of the world and the oppressed, just more and more of the same
Genocidal foreign policy dealt out with impunity by the cruel hand of the oppressor 
The era of state terror well and truly at its pinnacle, brutality gone way too far
Smoke and mirrors make it so that it’s difficult to decipher who the real victims are

Cadaver pits are quite the normal thing these days, so it would seem
It gives me the shits that things have to be this way, could it be
That when we hear the patriotic songbirds sing, we become truly happy
And when there's nothing to watch on TV, we catch glimpses of corpses and amputees
Being able to bear witness to such things is the essence of freedom
In fact we see them so often, we write the tragedy off as boredom

It’s time for us to investigate the heinous war crimes taking place in front of our eyes
Body count of non-combatants rising as we are sucked into a web of cover-ups and lies
But why should we have to worry about karma when we’ve got plenty of numbers on our side
Why should we spare a thought for all the dead, it’s just way too much drama
With godhead on our side, we are the righteous ones, not sadistic like Jeffrey Dahmer
But he did not murder anywhere near as many people as the evil empire has done
In name of freedom and justice and other such lofty ideals, under any pretext they want
We should be seething that they would commit their inhumane atrocities in our names
War is not just some game in which there and goodies and baddies fighting for territory
It’s a necessary part of the military-industrial complex that brings about only misery

Cadaver pits are quite the normal thing these days, so it would seem
It gives me the shits that things have to be this way, could it be
That when we hear the patriotic songbirds sing, we become truly happy
And when there's nothing to watch on TV, we catch glimpses of corpses and amputees
Being able to bear witness to such things is the essence of freedom
In fact we see them so often, we write the tragedy off as boredom

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