2099 ... does anybody know what we are killing for?

Capped in America

 On and on ... does anybody know what we are killing for?

While grocery shopping, 

Another killing spree;

American murder

it's just one long melee.

Ritual hand-wringing 

The media's ratings grab

They're almost singing

As they count the body bags.

He came, he saw, they died;

American militarism

Springs from its countryside

On and on ...

US domination

it means imposition of will

Despoliation,

Indulges the urge to kill ...

Any foreign leader, 

by assassination or coup

The Sole Super Power

Never stops to rue

A single invasion

A single missile strike;

It's all for Freedom

Our most inalienable Right.

We bask in carnage

In War we take delight

With mindless barrage

We fight and fight and fight.

Then sell them weapons

They use to shoot our troops

More flag-draped coffins,

To leave on parents' stoops.

Unlike rampages,

we never stop to think

 ... Those kids in cages

We never make the link

Between guns and butter,

Profit and prophecy;

A Butterfly's wings flutter

And there's a storm at sea.

Yet "random" killings

We'll always refuse to see

Results from thrilling

To acts of depravity.

Like kids spoiled rotten

Their only thought is "Me",

To not be forgotten,

To live in infamy.

And we oblige them

We whet our appetite

Watch acts of violence

Night after gory night.

It's entertainment,

On TV it's  harmless fun

The riddled raiment

The smashed-in cranium.

Just you move on folks

There's nothing here to see

It's just more mayhem,

Another gunman's set us Free.

...  I just saw it on TV.