War Is the Drug of Choice
of the Military-Industrial Complex
Donald Smith / ThinkerFeeler

Uncle Sam Is Addicted to War

It’s time to face the facts. We can’t keep turning away.

Uncle Sam’s got a problem and it’s growing every day.

He keeps launching stupid wars, avoidable and wrong.

And even though they usually fail, he just keeps fighting on. . . . .

 

Uncle Sam, we’re begging: lay down your sword. . . . .

You’re addicted to war, can’t hide it anymore.

Lies stacked the lies, you’re digging all our graves.

It’s time for an intervention. Oh, the lives and money we could save!

Vietnam was a nightmare, millions dead in the fields.

Dirty wars in Latin lands, more injustice, more lies revealed.

Assassinations, bombings, invasions, coups.

Indonesia lost a million, there is no excuse.

 

Uncle Sam, we’re begging: lay down your sword.

You’re addicted to war, can’t hide it anymore.

Lies stacked the lies, you’re digging all our graves.

It’s time for an intervention. Oh, the lives and money we could save!

Iraq and Afghanistan, more blood, more lies.

And when we learned the truth, Sam never apologized.

You provoked the war in Ukraine with a coup and covert schemes,

With CIA armed militias and cover-ups obscene.

 

Uncle Sam, we’re begging: lay down your sword.

You’re addicted to war, can’t hide it anymore.

Lies stacked the lies, you’re digging all our graves.

It’s time for an intervention. Oh, the lives and money we could save!

Serbia, Iraq, Libya, Syria and all the rest.

Every conflict claimed to be for freeng the oppressed.

But when the truth comes out that it was a war of choice, . . . .

No one is ever held accountable, and the neocons rejoice. . . . .

 

Uncle Sam, we’re begging: lay down your sword. . . . .

You’re addicted to war, can’t hide it anymore. . . . .

Lies stacked the lies, you’re digging all our graves. . . . .

It’s time for an intervention. Oh, the lives and money we could save!

He say he’s protecting freedom, but what’s it really for?

Trillions in corporate profits, and they keep asking for more. . . . .

Four and a half million souls killed since just 9-11.

Eight trillion dollars wasted, it stinks to high heaven!

 

Uncle Sam, we’re begging: lay down your sword.

You’re addicted to war, can’t hide it anymore.

Lies stacked the lies, you’re digging all our graves. . . . .

It’s time for an intervention. Oh, the lives and money we could save!

Your arming Netanyahu in his war of genocidal abandon.

Targeting civilians, with millions on the brink of famine.

Against Gaza, the West Bank, Lebanon and soon Iran.

And now you’re planning for war with China over Taiwan.

 

Uncle Sam, this is it, the truth’s at the door.

We can’t keep the silence, as you wage more war.

So lay down your arms, find peace in your heart. . . . .

Let this be the end, and let a new chapter start.