Ghost flights piloted by evil men <br />Flying overhead <br />More young soldiers sent to war <br />En route to join the dead <br /> <br />A sick and cold child shivers <br />But only blanket bombs descend <br />Global warming dries up rivers <br />And our army’s all we’ll send <br /> <br />Middle America with giant asses <br />Force fed like the meat they devoured <br />Patriotic working classes <br />Exploited but feeling empowered <br /> <br />What shall we call this new democracy? <br />We’ll put you in power then you do as you please <br />Sounds more like hypocrisy <br />Like a war with an imaginary enemy <br /> <br />This fear mongered kind of democracy <br />I think we’ll call it reality<br /><br />Lea Simpson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blanket-bombs-descend/
