Three Dead Demagogues Walk Into a Bar...

Machiavelli drew plans for his army

“Call up the conscripts, we’re heading for war”

Charge into battle for bloodlust and victory

Never a question of what we fight for

I looked for answers, I found only questions

I looked at solutions then wiped clean the slate

I looked for riches, and found myself poorer

I looked for love, and I found only hate

I tried to be regal, a pawn playing chess

I went out dancing with Lady MacBeth

I looked for home and I found myself homeless

I looked for life and I found only death

Old Thomas Malthus weighed in on the topic

“We fight for we have far too many sons”

Waxing poetic, sounding philanthropic

When the bodies are buried, what to do with their Guns?

I looked for answers, I found only questions

I looked at solutions then wiped clean the slate

I looked for riches, and found myself poorer

I looked for love, and I found only hate

I tried to be regal, a pawn playing chess

I went out dancing with Lady MacBeth

I looked for home and I found myself homeless

I looked for life and I found only death

Then Sir Thomas Carlyle asked for a hero

Someone with honor and some noblesse

Medical science has made Death a zero

The only thing left is the IRS

I looked for answers, I found only questions

I looked at solutions then wiped clean the slate

I looked for riches, and found myself poorer

I looked for love, and I found only hate

I tried to be regal, a pawn playing chess

I went out dancing with Lady MacBeth

I looked for home and I found myself homeless

I looked for life and I found only death