Of War and Peace the truth just twists
Its curfew gull just glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun
Though its glow is waxed in black
All except when searching WMDs;
beneath the trees of Eden
The lamppost stands with folded arms
Its iron claws attached
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
And then complains
All and all can only fall
With a crashing but meaningless blow
And there are no sins
behind the Gates of Eden
The foreign sun, it squints upon
Saddam and Bush and sons
As friends and other strangers
From their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly, totally free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials
beyond the Gates of Eden
At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what we dare
And there will be no Tony Blair
inside the Gates of Eden
Its curfew gull just glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun
Though its glow is waxed in black
All except when searching WMDs;
beneath the trees of Eden
The lamppost stands with folded arms
Its iron claws attached
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
And then complains
All and all can only fall
With a crashing but meaningless blow
And there are no sins
behind the Gates of Eden
The foreign sun, it squints upon
Saddam and Bush and sons
As friends and other strangers
From their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly, totally free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials
beyond the Gates of Eden
At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what we dare
And there will be no Tony Blair
inside the Gates of Eden
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