Spoils of Victory

Look to the North, look to the East, look to the West and South

On all horizons storm clouds loom and roll across the sky

The river bursts its banks and vomits soil into the mouth

As thunder breaks the silence, a young child cries!

Between the night and the day's first light the leaders made a pact

To raise the rotting corpse of war and set the wheels in motion

The stage, a heaving battlefield would support the final act

While the authors hide in sattelites or forts beneath the ocean

And in this play we're cast as fools

To blindly play by others' rules

Now the dust has settled and the stench completely clear

Then return the victors to claim their wretched crown

But from the fleshheaps of the slain, there comes no cheer

Their game is over, the chips are down

You arrived like a breath from the Angel of Death

Famine, disease, and a life on your knees

Guaranteed when you put them in power