Hail To The National Security State

Dedicated to General Smedly D. Butler, USMC (1881-1940) ("Old Gimlet Eye")

Hail to the National Security State,

Our prosperity -

That's just some of what

That state ate.

We feed you quite well,

It's just never that clear,

Where we should stop,

That's our biggest fear.

You're not a bad fellow,

But the friends that

You're keeping,

Their not good for us,

They're not good for you,

Either.

They're always out trying

To fatten you up.

If we object,

They tell us to

Shut up.

As for peace,

That will have to come

Later,

"If your looking for peace,

You must be

A traitor."

Just ask a Chicken Hawk,

He'll tell you straight,

We must be an invader,

If we want to be great.

We're here to serve you,

Oh statelet of ours,

To keep you in business,

To  help you go far,

To serve up our youth,

To serve up our wealth.

Our kids will be different,

They'll be bleeding

Haze gray,

Or Marpat,

Or Multicam,

Whatever you say,

Unless,

Of course,

Their too good to fight,

Then they'll trade

Stocks and bonds,

And drink fine wine,

All night.

Copyright 2012 by Commander Gary L. Misch

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