“For freedom, they shall die,”

The powerful, they lie,

Sing the song of freedom,

“More war, we overcome.”

Caution, out the window,

More blood, the way to go,

Whether school or hospital, 

A mission to burn it all.

A clear enemy, created,

Common sense, eviscerated,

Tricked into hatred, an art,

What we lose the most, our heart. 

To fear them is the way,

Keep the Muslims at bay,

Afraid of Arabs all day,

Hatred on full display.

“This is justice,” our President says,

The bad guys, their final days,

More bombs, just a few more,

For our fallen, we even the score.

Freedoms, torn to shreds,

Fearful of Big Brother, we all tread,

Branded “terrorist” upon dissent,

The First Amendment, they resent.

Censorship, always in season,

Journalists, wanted for treason,

To keep the People in the dark,

Fascism leaves its mark.

Privacy, now on its knees,

Communications, they shall seize,

More for the feds to see,

Deep State, smiles with glee.

No nickels, no dimes,

No money for war crimes,

No slaughter there,

No slaughter anywhere.

Money for war, indefinite,

Poverty at home, desolate,

Funds for the war, a thirst,

A false “America First.”

The poor, to the front lines,

Comfort for them suits and ties,

For war, always a yes vote,

No true dissent to note.

Moral bankruptcy, first-degree,

Freedoms dead, easy to see,

Pools of blood, humanity numb,

The bloody cost of ‘freedom.’