Osama was just a bullet fired from a gun in Uncle Sam’s hand
Ameristani birth against a hammer and sickle held land
The enemy of our enemies is still just a killer with a gun
Children’s textbook jihad and the blowback had begun
Al Qaida and the Taliban both birthed from the eagles womb
Black money watered, crescent moon thorns below the bloom
Turning progressive to primitive, Lilith’s blood now gagged and bound
The clock is ticking backwards in this cold war stomping ground
A nation left to suffer for another chessboard square
The pawns fall for the kings and queens in this game of class warfare
Red threat gone, the jackals leave the scraps for fighting hounds
A world where violence rules, and educations out of bounds
Puppets limp, forgotten by the hands that worked the strings
The hawk has long departed, dripping blood from off its wings
But then the wings of jihad toppled the pillars of that nation
A violence now returning home, terrors germination
And so again the war machine returns to familiar places
This time in the open, not behind proxy native faces
Hunting for the mastermind whose banner they once supported
The man whose violent actions they once applauded and exhorted
The people they once armed because they were a useful tool
The wolves who have come forth from these the former Empire’s mules
But like always there’s hidden cogs and reasons left unspoken
The shadows from the public tale for invading a land broken
A handy place for pipelines that could feed the first worlds needs
A crop of green for missions black grown from the poppy seeds
To help the lapdog media weaves a tapestry of lies
Transforming names to numbers, unmanned death rains from the skies
Waving tattered flags and singing patriotic songs
Pumping propaganda till for war a nation longs
Jealous of our freedom runs a well familiar line
The war on terrors catchphrase of Orwellian design
True the reasons have to do with an aspect of being free
But more like free from the Empires deadly foreign policy
Free from military bases that are spread around the earth
Free from forced abortions halting real democratic birth
Free from corrupt collusions with human rights abusers
Free from civilian casualties, with their empty poor excuses
Free from a global bully extorting lunch money in the yard
Hypocrites that slander, with their own titles others tarred
The reasons for this hatred are those that walk the halls of power
The candy that they feed you blackens teeth and turns tongues sour
Dig a little deeper past the lies and pointing fingers
And above the smell of bullshit, find the scent of truth that lingers