Ant Smith

Political

This Is War, the real war

The nameless they cannot be named

The faceless they cannot be faced

The priceless price cannot be paid

With paper tigers they enslave

Truths are lies not yet corrupt

The puppet master sums it up

Leave us with nowhere to look

You cannot fight what cannot be touched

The fearless they can be insane

The witless they can be so brave

The hapless they can fall again

The night puts end to shadow games

But the genie's popped his cork again

All headlines are hallucinogens

Smoke and mirrors more than shock and awe

It's in our pockets, this real war

Political