Poem: Signatures

Signatures

Everything is falling, the centre cannot hold
When the cause is rotten and the leadership is cold.
Spending blood for oil, flesh for solid cash
Burn the fields and houses, and rebuild on the ash.

Fighting deeds with innuendo, fighting words alone
But when the world is burning, will the work be done?

All the world is watching to see what will be done
Hands folded over mouths, politics is fun.
Only traitors protest, patriots endure
'Cause when the cause is rotten, the leader must be sure.

Fighting words and innuendo, deed are done in dark.
But when the world is burning, Where's Noah and that ark?

The world goes down in violence, the nights are growing cold
The centre is well rotten, and blood is spent for gold.
Oil makes the world go round, see how bright it burns.
It doesn't leave much behind, but that's the way it turns.

And words are best for fighting, if words replace your deeds
Like compromise and politics and give and take and peace.

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by kiw
12/2004
inspired by Donald Rumsfield