A little nudge to the powers that be

So tired of your maniacally driven motivations
They're your people and yet they turn on you
Be careful or this puppet portrayl will crash
The strings are starting to show
We can all see that drop of sweat
You feverishly try to hide
Don't try to fight it,it'll all be over soon
Perhaps it'll lapse back into more reasonable terms
Didn't think this one through did you?
How many did you think they'd let you sacrifice?
Now it's personal
Patriotism has lost it's original definition
It's a deflated ideal bent on mockery
Your forces are starting to disassociate themselves
No one wants to be part of a suicide mission
Except the kamikaze pilot
Well here's your chance
You'll never be quoted a great
So take the coward's way out
It's what they're all waiting for
Long live free choice

 

Quite a sharp point
to the hari kari blade
of your words,
well wrought.

Indeed, long live free choice.

 

in reality
there is no such thing as a law or a rule
except the law of love
even though love likes to run from me
i could find it, but the bottle is so much easier to find