Job For A Cowboy

The core of corruption collects it's nourishment through regurgitated war
And bloodshed
For I softly sleep in a society egocentric enough to cast war,
A blistering infection that continues to spread
Our young are steadily allured into slaughter
All in purpose to make this self crowned sleaze a dollar
These the smeared fingerprints of the gods...
The ever evolving military industrial complex is bleaker than any
Fabricated hallucination
Opt for change? complicated with this two party system spinning without
Traction