Butchers of Baghdad

Have we reached the point of no return?
 To the former are the bridges burned?
 Is the corner we have turned
 Cause for no concern?
 Welcome to the new permanent reality
 One of many in infancy
 Sedatives and early beds and early rises
 More than just a few
 Suffer the indignity of sentimentality
 Patriotic parroting and enterprise
 Subvert the dominant in the way we dress
 In the way we talk, in the way we think, in the way we buy.
 Convert conformity
 "How may I assist you today?
 Press a key or say auto‐activate
 Have a pleasant day
 Heading to your destination, decimation, desecration
 Nation under God
 This phone call is being monitored
 For quality purposes and perpetrates, voyeuristic, venerates
 Assurances
 Quality
 Mostly that's all
 Quality."
 What are we to do with this new reality?
 A superfluous vanity thrown upon us
 Spat upon us, wearing on us by only a few in the upper balcony
 Once we've reached the instability
 What appears to be transparency
 Reappears invisibly
 There for all to see
 Why is identity wrapped around the things
 All the things you have
 All the things you want
 All the things you aren't?
 What is identity? An illusory
 Who is the you?
 Who is the me?
 Where is the we?
 What are we to do with our new philosophy
 Self‐fulfilling a prophecy
 Son of a bitch
 Son of the rich.
 King of the whores holding the pearl
 Turning the key
 Is there no escape
 From all this reality?
 They're all living in purgatory
 Categorically
 Anomaly
 Anatomically
 Symbiotically
 Have we reached the point of no return?
 To the former are the bridges burned?
 Is the corner we have turned
 Cause for no concern?
 Peace signs and sunshine
 Wouldn't be bad for the butchers of Baghdad.
 Rewind to peace times
 One time peace and a fire that won't cease
 One blind decision
 You might have sight but you lack the vision
 Faith and religion, they contradict and you change positions
 It's a collision of selfless love and narcissism