Wars Wars Wars of the State

Wars wars wars of the state
Wars of the state
Wars of the state
War is fought for only the state
The state of the war of forever

There's war in the air
There's war in the sea
There's war in the minds
Of you and of me
There's war of all kinds
Oh say can't you see
That the state of war was meant to be

Wars wars wars of the state
Wars of the state
Wars of the state
War is holy grail for the state
And grist for the mill of bias and hate
God calls and you must never say never
To the sacred wars of the state of forever

The answer to every question is war
It's the reason you're rich or that you're poor
It settles and helps you keep the score
And works its way deeply into your core
You become addicted and beg for more
You know what your trigger finger's for
Then you cry for mercy and hit the floor
With war always the worst is in store

There’s war in the street
There’s war at the gate
There's war if you're early
And war if you're late
If you love wars
Then the wars are just great
Great for the mongers
Who think they're so clever
Great for the state of war that's forever

Do you know what there was
Before there was war
Do you know that peace
Waits right at your door
I'll tell you what
Your trigger finger's for
It's to point out the people
Who start the wars
These whores of war
Who perpetuate gore
Profit from death
And live by the sword
The gore of the wars
is the gore of the state
That state of war
They believe is great
The state of war
Need not be forever
These wars of the state
To them I say never
To you I say
We need to endeavor
To make the peace
The state of forever
To make the peace
The state of forever
Peace the state of forever

Larry Piltz
1984 (with revision every damn time
a Republican becomes USA president)

Hourglass Land
(Heads in the Sand, Again and Again)

Feel the ups and downs
as we make the rounds
cross our cities and towns
in ragged tux and gown
searching lost and founds
for our misplaced crowns
all our splendid renown

Now with ears to the ground
and with future unwound
do we stumble and drown
a well-armed tragic clown
in the desert quicksands
of the foreign lands
where we've armed the clans
and taken bloody last stands
so that American brands
make billions of grands
always fist over hand
from the captive demand

With our heads in the sand
again and again
taking a stand
for Hourglass Land.

Tumbling through
the Land of the Hourglass
sucked down with the sands
of its moral morass
sifting and sinking
sympathetic to the last
not immune to the grit
of the constant sandblast
unaware of the Hand
that will soon turn the glass
upside down reset
to an unrecognized past
to start all over
with the same old cast
who'll wonder how it all
went downhill so fast.

It's the fall rise and fall
of a perpetual wall
temporary amnesia
in minds wise and small
going back and forth
in a dead-end hall
and we're all invited
to that Sandman's Ball
inside the glass
that has us enthralled
we'll try to hold on
for ourselves and for all
but can anything change
that we're in for a fall

With our heads in the sand
again and again
taking a stand
for Hourglass Land
to start all over
with the same old cast
who'll wonder how it all
went downhill so fast.

It's never too late
to break free at last
but be careful while picking up
pieces of glass

Larry Piltz
Indian Cove
Austin, Texas

Artwork by Larry Ray at http://theihandbill.blogspot.com/