Masters of War

In light of recent events (if you live under a rock, I am referring to the terrorist attacks in London), I feel that I need to make a political statement. All I will say is this: Saddam is imprisoned, the attacks are still continuing, and innocent people are still dying...thank you, Mr. Bush. Next time, consider putting the welfare of the country and the world before yourself.

Masters of War sums up everything completely and entirely

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
We just want you to know
We can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with our world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
Then you hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud