It all seemed so idiotic all the
accusations of unpatriotic
The fall we'll always remember,
capitulating silence
Election November before the winter
Of the long hot summer
Somewhere in the desert
We raised the oil pressure
And waited for the weather
To get much better
For the new wind to blow in the storm
We tried to remember the
history in the region
The French foreign legion,
Imperialism,
Peter O'Toole and hate
the Ayatollah
Were all we learned in school
Not that we gave Hussein five billion
Not of our new bed partner the Syrian
And of course no mention
of the Palestine situation
It was amazing how they steamrolled
They said eighty percent approval
But there was no one that I knew polled
No one had a reason for being in the Gulf
We waited for congress
to speak up illegal build up
But no one would wake up
Our representat
ives were Milli Vanilli's
For corporate Dallas Cowboy
Beverly
Hillbillies
With perfect timing
The politicians rhyming their sentiments
So nicely oil gold and sand
My sed iments precisely
We regretfully support the lunacy
I'm afraid there is no
time for more scrutiny
National unity preserve our
community
Teflon© election opportunities
Were in profundant abundance
On
January second
the Bush administration
Announced a recession
had stricken
The Nation the highest quarterly
Earnings in ten years were posted
By Chevron
Meanwhile a budget
was placed in our hands
As the deadline in the sand came to an end
So much for the peace dividend
One billion a day is what we spent
And our grandchildren will pay
for it 'til the end
When schools are unfunded
And kids don't get their diplomas
They get used for gun boat
diplomacy
Disproportionately
Black or brown we see
Bullet catchers for the slave master
Then the conservatives called up reservists
To active service left families nervous
But more importantly broke nine
hundred a month
But the check came late,
army red tape you see,
This golden opportunity
We watched the tube and read
the newspaper
The propaganda of the gas masked raper
Was the proper slander to
whip up the hatred
The stage was lit and the light
s were all faded
The pilots in night vision goggles
Kuwaited and
Generals masturbated
'til the fifteenth two days
later they invaded
Not a single t.v. station
expressed dissension or
Hardly made mention to the cen
sorship of information
From our kinder and gentler nation
Blinder and mentaler retardation
Disorientation
The pi lots said
their bombs lit Baghdad
Like a Christmas tree
It was the Christian thing to do you see
They didn't mention any casualties
No distinction between the real
And the proxy
Only football analogies
We saw the bomb hole
We watched the Super Bowl
We saw the scud missile
We watched Bud© commercials
We saw the yellow ribbons
Saw pi lots in prison
We never saw films of the dead
at eleven
Angela Davis addressed
the spectators
And shouting above a rumbling
generator said
If they insist on bringing us down
Then let's shut the whole
country down
Marching through the downtown
A hundred thousand became
participants
And we heard the drums of mil
lions off in the distance
Rushing through the cities
Some of them did things
that weren't so pretty
Most were there for primal
scream therapy
News men concentrated
On the negative liked the
jingoists more
Peaceful protesters ended up
On the cutting room floor
Nintendo© casualties of the ratings war
More bombs dropped than in
World War II
On in both Asian invasions,
new world order persuasion,
Business as usual
For our nation
Could you imagine a hundred
fifty thousand dead,
The city of Stockton
Coffins locked in when we clocked
in...not to mention
Civilians
The loss of life on both sides
Pushed the limits of resi
lience
The scent of blood in our nostrils
Fuel of the fossil land of apostle
The blackness that covered
the sky was not the only thing
That brought a tear to the eye or
The taste of anger to the tongues
Of those too young to remember
Vietnam
Is heroin better in a veteran's mind
Than the memory of the
dying laying in a line
Is it the smell or the shadows
heaving and weeping
That keeps the soldier from sleeping
As he sings the orphan's lullaby
When the soldiers put down
their bayonets
The strings are chained
to the marionettes
Emir of Kuwait gets back in his jet
We replace the dead with new cadets
Will we hate those who
did the shelling
Or will we hate those who weren't
willing to do the killing
When the leaders of the bald
eagles come home to roost
Will we sing a song of praise
and indebtedness
For our deliverance from evil
Or will we sing a song of sadness
For the dreaded debt this mess delivered
us PEOPLE.
The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy 
