Terrors birth

Osama was just a bullet fired from a gun in Uncle Sam’s hand,   
                                                                             Ameri-stani birth against a communist held land
                         The enemy of our enemies is still just a killer with a gun,             
children’s textbook jihad, and the blowback had begun 
          

Al Qaida and the Taliban both birthed from eagles womb
,         watered by black money, crescent thorns below the bloom
     Progressive turns to primitive, Lilith’s blood now gagged and bound
,                                                                                  the clock is ticking backwards in this cold war stomping ground
                                                                                    A nation left to suffer for anothers chessboard square,
             the pawns fall for the kings, and castles abound in class warfare 
                                                                               

Red threat gone, the jackals leave the scraps for fighting hounds,
                                                                                   a world where violence rules, and educations out of bounds 
     Limp puppets long forgotten by the hands that worked the strings
,                                                                                     the hawk has long departed, dripping blood from off its wings
 

But then the wings of jihad toppled the pillars of that nation,
       a violence now returning home, their terrors germination 
         And so again the war machine returns to familiar places
,           though this time not behind a mask of proxy native faces 
         Hunting for the mastermind whose banner they supported, 
   the man whose violent actions they applauded and exhorted
     The people they once armed because they were a useful tool
,   the wolves who have come forth from these, the former Empire’s mules
                                                                    

But like always there’s hidden cogs and reasons left unspoken,
the shadows from the public tale for invading a land broken     
A handy place for pipelines that could feed the first worlds needs,                                    
                                                   a crop of green for missions black grown from the poppy seeds
                                                                                    To help, the lapdog media weaves a tapestry of lies
,               transforming names to numbers, unmanned death rains from the skies
                                                                           Waving tattered flags and singing patriotic songs
,                     propaganda pumping till for war a nation longs
                         Jealous of our freedom runs a well familiar line
,                         the war on terrors catchphrase of Orwellian design
                   

True, the reasons have to do with an aspect of being free
,         but more like free from the Empires deadly foreign policy 
         Free from military bases that are spread around the earth, 
       free from forced abortions halting democratic birth                     
Free from corrupted dealings with known human rights abusers
,                                                                               free from civilian casualties, with their collateral excuses
           Free from a global bully extorting lunch money in the yard,         hypocrites that slander, with their own crimes are others tarred 


The reasons for this hatred are those that walk the halls of power 
                                                                                 The candy that they feed you blackens teeth and turns tongues sour
                                                                                      Dig a little deeper past the lies and pointing fingers
,                   and above the smell of bullshit, find the scent of truth that lingers