I never knew a noble sacrifice
I couldn’t use
Couldn’t take
To demonstrate
My point of view
Shroud the truth
To pound the youth
Into my way of thinking
Orwell would have been cowed
By my level of thinking
Hemingway
Would have had to stop drinking
To out-smart our stinking
Propaganda machine
Human beings make
Perfect machines to partake of
More sacrifices
Not to Allah or Yahweh
But to my god of greed
The capitol conquest
My bible to succeed