All that is happening, what is it for?
The disease, the anguish, the fighting, the war.
The hatred of race because of their skin.
The hatred of gays for who they fuckin'.
The lies upon lies that politicians put out.
The whole war, what is it about?
The attack on Iraq is it for oil?
Is oil enough to make world's tensions boil?
The death of soldiers fighting for more.
All that is happening, what is it for?

The murder of people why is it condoned?
Is the death of a person right to help one's own?
How many murders can you stand?
How much blood can you wipe off of your hands?
How much evidence do you really got?
How many lies to a nation can be bought?
Does anyone care, is anyone home?
The murder of people why is it condoned?

Patriotism what is it for?
Is it a way to help market your war?
Is it really the land of the free, home of the brave?
When a whole race of people that we're trying to enslave.
To make into the spitting image of us.
Why are we right, why do we make the fuss?
Everything over there was running alright?
What was the point of going into a fight?
Well there's no way that I can take anymore?
All that is happening, what is it for?


I live in Hippie Santa Cruz, so it gave me insight for this poem.

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