Catastrophe!   Now all my happiest memories   bear distance resemblance   to a nations spent shell casings to me.   It’s so obscene.   With guns, germs, and steel we march faithfully into war   until this one becomes abandoned   like those on drugs and poverty before.   Two men do not make a world.   If it’s for us all, where’s the support?   Let’s call a spade imperialism.   We’re off focus. I bet if I had a gun   and a bullet for every kid I knew around here   whose parents haven’t spoken in years,   I could fight these wars myself.   Procure oil myself.   Given half chance by myself  to produce results in foreign lands   I could connect pipelines by myself.   Establish satellites by myself.