The Wool Veil

We've been dancing past facts
We've been chasing the needle 'for it patches
We've seen holocaust sight
through the tail end of our media blight

A greed race that's divine
Lead rains on a camera man by sick avian swine
for dining room chat's sake, the slaughter's banned from the state
Disguised process of packaging, they'll never know what they ate

Hundreds and thousands dead,
But the veil, it cloaks the
Eagerly blinded


Firing shots in the dark at the sleeping.
We do so, when ordered, without thinking.
We start the sickest of blaze,
And insinuate of shiite and sunni displays

And the cruelest sort of genocide
We rain down on their young.
It is not bombs, it is not gas
It is vietnomian, hazmat cancers

Born with triplicate limbs and scrambled faces
Always they cry, our poison maintains national stasis
When the gift is delivered, its grotesque surprise,
Returned to the hospital, always they cry.

Hundreds and thousands dead
But the veil, it cloaks the
Selectively blinded


And in this mess, we are shown of these wrongs
Though not by the secretive, snow-global, journalist throngs.
The analysts themselves leak this sordid disaster
Which the pentagon will stop at nothing to censor

Note that:  Even though they let the cat from the hood, the response has been docile when it is understood...

They've tilted us upside down on our backs
They pour down our nose, a substance that lacks.
Unable to bare, wrists-and-anckles broken and limp
Struggle 'gainst their restraints, becoming ballet box gimps

Hundreds and thousands dead,
But the veils, it domesticates the
Historically steadfast