15th
He stood
As tall as he could
And proclaimed himself
The Decider
Whilst astride her
And sent our young off
To punish the unwashed
Devils that broke our buildings
The young went willingly
At first
And died as they fought
To free a people with no idea of freedom
The Decider deluded himself
And us
With the thought everyone
Wants Wal-Mart
And Cadillacs
But some folks
Want their shackles
And are happy in the glory
Of some unseen deity
Aren’t interested in
A blonde blue-eyed Jesus
Nailed to a piece of wood
And hung on a bedroom wall
He died to save us
We have crucified our young to
Save the unwilling
And die they have
The Decider’s hands run with blood
Our hands dip in the blood and glory
In the carnage
Because we decided
And they decided
And he decided
And the zealots decided
And the new crusade
And the old Jihad
Meet again to free Jerusalem
To repaint the Wailing Wall and free Babylon
So we can hang the gardens again
But instead we hung the leader
And his cronies
More blood, more lives lost
For a lost cause
And where are the gods we fight for
why do they not reached down and support us
Or smite us
When will they decided
Or are we once again deluded
And worship figures in Botticelli paintings
Or one who will not be depicted
In Danish cartoons
Where will it end
Will it ever end
Who will decide it is over
Will the Decider decide
Or fade off into a Texas sunset
To chop wood and write memoirs
The veil is drawn
The killing goes on
And the decider is still astride her
Churning his hips in futility
