To George Bush; We're not your Americans and the last thing we need to do is stand by and support and/or unite with any of this. A divided country will hopefully keep things in check.
Why this now
With all this
With all going on
War and you
The thought of
And this now
Why
I've none said
Towards the latter till now
And still you're in this
With no place
So talk you out I do
And now this, a twisting shot
Straight through and to its point
If any with its entry
This will not be the same
The past has heard its faults
And with what's learned
Lies better
And with this we live
Under the gun of a loud mouth
Under the wheels whose need seems greed
And ours to relieve its weight