it's what he did (and we, too)

you (Bush #43) were caught in the deeper shadows held between two lines
blinded by the crowd applause and couldn't read the signs

with arrows to infinity and a moon rise outside your door
you told a waiting nation that you'd lead them straight to war

decrying fresh aluminum tubes and biologic threats
with yellow cake uranium as secret as it gets

in Poland and Iran or was it Brussels and Milan?
smirking as the words emerged al la Cosa Nostra con

the bastards at the Pentagon had hoped you knew the score
with little donny rumsfeld sucking madly as your whore
he whittled down the numbers and sent US Marines ahead
in a lightening strike surprise attack to minimize their dead

it was cheney and mr chalibi who lied about the scope
of opposition in Iraq to give reluctant liberals hope:

yet no crowds of people were throwing flowers onto the road
as M1A1 tanks and troops in Baghdad finally showed

it's good to declare victory on an aircraft carrier deck
& then retire to Texas with a lone star on your neck:

but what's the carnage and what's the cost

when nations die and people cry for everything they've lost?