The Next Reich?
By Al Staggs

Like civilizations past,
We suffered from our delusion
That we were the chosen,
That we were the last word as regards Truth.
Our wealth and our strength
Only confirmed the rightness of our cause.
And body bags are flown to a far-away place
To bring our children and our grandchildren home
After our cause
And our enemies are executed.
And the bodies of women, children and old men
Lay scattered on the landscape of a foreign land.
But we will have no camera to record
The results of our wanton murder.
So few back home will know.
Few will be troubled.
We will continue to live our lives as before
Drinking deep from the wells
Of the world's oil
To satisfy our insatiable and expensive tastes.
And we will go to our churches on Sunday
And sing 'God Bless America.'
But can God hear the strains of our idolatrous chorus
When the armies of our nation commit murder
Under the orders of our emperor
Who, the world knows, is wearing no clothes?
And Silence has taken hold of the tongues
Of this nations so-called "prophets."
For they are afraid to offend those who
Supply their gold.
They are afraid not to hold high the flag,
Our flag, which for much of the world,
Resembles a twisted cross.

Updated Thursday, December 26, 2002