POETIC JUSTICE: SIR(S), HAVE YOU NO SHAME? (Pack it down)

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When the winds shift and the foul smell stays
You can bet upon this; you are firmly within it.

You’ve set the loam between us
And in shame you pack it down.

Since the guns are now directed toward us
And the slain are coming home;
They lie quiet in their grave
To speak nevermore.

You’ve set the loam between us
And in shame you pack it down.

Your words needn’t be repeated
For we know they’re simply lies.
We know this, our country,
And her honor, float facedown;
The marsh of our demise.

You’ve set the loam between us
And in shame you pack it down.

We know. We know it is upon us,
Your shame echoes `round the globe.

You’ve set the loam between us
And in shame you pack it down.

Shock and awe, rolls thy thunder, blasts thy storm.
Fright and terror, rolls thy motto, blares thy tempest
`cross this; our dismal, warring world.

You’ve set the loam between us
And in shame you pack it down.

Drive them to their knees,
Flatten, gouge and spill!
Bomb them to oblivion,
Spatter, cleave, and kill!

You’ve set the loam between us
And in shame you pack it down.

Whip the scurrilous fraud,
Harass and subdue,
For it’s all you now have left,
You’re spent and you’re through.

You’ve set the loam between us
And in shame you pack it down.

Jump ship, you goddamned liars
Swim `way from this bright shore,
Shock and awe is for cowards
You’re not needed anymore.

You've set the loam between us
And in shame you packed it down.