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Buried In The Sand

Contributed by Steeleyes on Tuesday, 3rd June 2003 @ 02:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

We got the war we wanted
Hurra and hurray!
We got the war we wanted
We got our time to slay

We knew he had no weapons
That‘s why we had to fight
You think we‘re so stupid
We‘d face up to real might?

We couldn‘t say we just hate the guy
So now we‘re going to war
So we had to say it was about WMDs
That‘s what our lies were for

Oh don‘t worry we‘ll find SOMETHING
Something to hoodwink YOU
You know us politicians
And the dirty tricks we do

And the next nasty war we decide
You really ought to fight
Remember what it‘s all about
Don‘t think our words are right

For weapons of mass destruction
Read weapons of mass deception

You poor fools who got frightened by us
Don‘t worry it‘s just a game
We call the shots and you get killed
It‘s about our votes and fame

And don‘t forget old Israel
And all that lovely oil
And all that lovely influence
New access to new soil

In the game of power politics
You should just let us have our way
Forget the idea we‘re telling the truth
We like it much better that way

And all those disfigured babies?
And all the kids without limbs?
Well they‘re just collateral damage
A side effect to our whims

What we want we will get
That you should understand
The truth? It doesn't matter!

It‘s buried in the sand

Copyright Â© Steeleyes ... [ 2003-06-03 02:35:00]
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Re: Buried In The Sand (User Rating: 1 )
by TFLM on Wednesday, 4th June 2003 @ 12:05:14 AM AEST
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True, very true. It upsets me as I feel impotent to the 'whims' or 'interests' of those put in power not by the people but by that which the people consume. A self fulfilling orgy of consumption as it were.

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