The Domestic Terrorist : 2002 - The Show Must Go On

“THE SHOW MUST GO ON” 8 May 02

The general twitched his fingers
his nails bitten to the quick
they talked over dinner
of the shape the world was going to take
of which flags and Gods would rule
and which would not
The president needed to feed the television
so the orders fell from the chain of command
the show must go on

our children oiled the wheels of industry
our dreams fed a machine
nobody realised until too late they just believed
in a God of a different name,

the headlines screamed of evil locked against good
we trained ourselves to the latest video games
we always thought about what we could do
and never about what we should
the sun was setting on an Empire
so the Empire built another sun
gave us a second winter
and the human race was run,

our children soiled foreign lands
our dreams were hollow lies
the leaders promised us democracy
and gave us tyranny of another name

in the quest for freedom
we were empowered by poverty
we bargain away our freedoms
for safety from risks
the men moved their soldiers in
with brightly coloured anti-personnel mines
and the latest in automatic submachineguns
murder oils the wheels of industry
the show must go on

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