Four-Thousand Faces

Four-thousand faces,
Human beings from divergent lives and various places,
When we'd crossed the first Rubicon of 1,000 faces,
I wrote a poem that I hoped would reveal to us
Maniacal machinations
Are not what represent us, and
Are not the ways of democracies...
The hypocrisy of holding so-called "elections"
At the same time withholding the life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness
That 600,000 plus Pentagon documents conclude and admit:
Saddam Hussein had no connection to Al-Qaeda or 9/11.

That deserves to be said again:

That 600,000 plus Pentagon documents conclude and admit:
Saddam Hussein had no connection to Al-Qaeda or 9/11.

Yet, "we're safer" for the effort,
"So, what?" That the electorate has turned their opinions on it.
From one who served in the wealthy and privileged Houston, Texas "Champagne Unit?"
And the ever smirking, fish-in-a-barrel quail killing Darth Elmer Fudd
With "other priorities..."
It's easy to talk tough as chicken-hawks!

The election is already fixed for another internment of the junta
Masquerading as our government,
We genuflect between sexist and racist rants
That takes our focus off the chance
For real, lasting change that could positively affect
The next generation...

Four-thousand faces,
Human beings from divergent lives and various places
Their noble sacrifice
The blood on an arcane altar
to gods that take their spoils from our tax coffers
paid for by an economy faltering
[I fear: and I wish desperately to be wrong]
on the late, Great United States.