War Complex

Factory lights burn all night, conveyor belts never sleep. Dollars roll off

the line painted in red, white and blue. They sell us the war before

the spark, TV loops the same clip. A ship in a harbor,

a tower on fire, a baby in the rubble. Contracts signed in

back rooms, stock prices climb the charts. Your paycheck shrinks by Friday,

their yachts get longer arms. Steel for bombs, fuel for jets, gold for general's

stars. They take the tax from your table, send it straight

to Mars. False flags wave in history books, same trick, different scars.