Boneyard Brand Mortality ~ Philip Brent

We brand ourselves, the land of the brave and home of the free
So proud, as we ignore our own ignorance, hatred and, bigotry
Decrying machine-gun maniacs, who murder on bloody sprees
While we’re Earth’s premiere purveyor of advanced weaponry

So righteous, the people who slander one who’d help by decree
Nor would it matter if liberal or conservative the current plea
Across the breadth of space and time, what will be will ever be
And all our vaunted wisdom is no more the mere gimcrackery

All soldiers on the firing line and all the patients in all the beds
And protesters in the picket lines and the rest will all be dead
Of all those decorated with medals and jewels, it must be said
In the end they’re all the same as all those who have no bread

This puzzles me almost every day; why do so few use their head
Turn away from charlatans, who down the garden path have led
Each of us knows joy and pain; we have laughed, cried and bled
No distinction we create is true, all the way from alpha unto zed