A Government of Thieves

By Tim L. Taunton

(For the victims of 9-11)

We have seen our treasures plundered
By a government of thieves...
Full of of systematic systems
And of lies no one believes...

As the trails of bloody murder
Fall down hard from tall dark skies...
When you think about those towers
Tell me...do you recognize?

What they did to us, there brother
Was betrayal once again...
Prissy sonny boy perdition
blowingKisses to the wind...

As he marches toward the fire
To the bright hot lake of flames...
Don't much matter with the numbers, boys
It's all about the names...

Who are you and I together
Do we stand for what is true...?
Will we be with God forever
Will I always still love you...?

Will you take me to a better
View of all there is to see?
Holy Spirit are you out there?
In the land of Liberty?

Will you Comfort us together
As so many fall apart...
Will you teach us that true justice
Is a matter of the Heart...

Will you show us how to make it
Through these tough and troubled times...
As the wind around us raises
And the storm around us climbs...

To the government of plunder
That sad buddle of sick thieves
With their hands in bloody money
And a cause no one believes...

Did you ever stop to wonder
All you did to others too....
Was mistreat them for no reason
'Cept you thought your lies were true...

Now they gather 'round about you
As you scurry underground
To you bunker, like a drunkard...
See you stagger all around...

Will your smirking and your jerking
And your slobber and your slime...
You're a sick and sad ol' coward, boy...
Who's the big shot now this time?

Come on tell us you're a liar...
Just confess it, now will you...?
Blame your mama or, Osama
Or, you daddy -- blame him too...

Or, your brothers and your sisters
All that rich old sack of thieves...
What's a government of liars...
To a broken heart that grieves?

To the soldier over yonder
Yes, you know you've been deceived...
For they told you, be cold blooded...
So the lizard you believed...

And to Rummy it was funny
And to George a stupid game...
Uncle Dick must have more money...
Little soldier what's your name?

Bring it on, now, said his double
What's a forked tongue to do...?
But, to stumble and to mumble
And to blather lies are true...???

In the towers of those burdens..
.As the weeping widow grieves...
We shall best not ever trust again
A government of thieves!