Bush Whacked

Bush Whacked

The burning bush has spoken
In the desert no one hears
Yet the sinners in the bible belt
React on unfound fears
As the bullies in life's playground
Rally allies to their cause
Picking off minorities
Non-conformists to their laws
In a game of smoke and mirrors
Allies, Enemies and Friends,
Its flacid origin in Florida
To its apocalyptic end
Carpet bomb them. Shag the pile
Of ashes where they stood
Destroy the vacant bunkers
Propaganda is so good
But don't display civillians
Laying buried in the sand
Don't display the hulking debris
Such views we cannot understand
Leave us safely with illusions
That democracy's been served
Not just another mad dictator
With mad beliefs that aren't deserved
Beliefs of mass destruction
Backed up with weapons of the same
Waging wars in other's sandpits
In other people's names.

Come back Bill Hicks...
we miss you