Winds of War
Dresden's Survivor
Rumpelstiltskin prints
Leopard decoupage
A frizz of curls
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Dresden’s survivor
He rose from slaughterhouse-five to witness a charred hell on earth
Total destruction at the hands
of his allies
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A wall of wit and rancor on a society soaked in oil
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I bet he’s laughing
from the grave
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Time has passed in a cold whisper for those of us left
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Fortunate
if only surrounded by ranting fools
Why do Nations falter
with the vice of war?
Perhaps our leaders have forgotten
what they’re fighting for?
We think ourselves the masters
as we behave as slaves
black crude and Saudi Silver
have come to rule our days
What glitters is not gold
but a tool of strife and hate
unlike the kings of old
we have bargained with our fate
Our leaders take by force
what we can’t rightly claim
Our imperialistic vision
is a very dangerous game
The European Nations
see our fatal flaw
in strong-arming other nations
the dust of war on us does fall
Fighting unseen enemies
we think lie outside our doors
We end up crippling freedoms
within our very shores
The ropes we cast to vanquish
our enemies far away
burn the hands that wield them
in the truths we will not say
When the salt of discord
has dried upon our cheeks
will other nations turn their backs
on the empty words we speak?
and should civilians scream
and die upon the streets
will we still think we’re clever