We’re listening to the music but we don’t hear the lyrics anymore.
Because we’ve heard the tune before … often, in a put-on Texas drawl.
Kill them there so they don’t kill us here. Sure.
It’s now a set-piece: words of war to a backdrop of willing lambs soon flown to the pointless slaughter.
Meanwhile, the homeland falls apart.
It should have taken more than a year. But no. Just a few short months and already we know we can tune him out. Just more of the same, more of the same failed policies, more of the unchecked misery at home and more military in the front row with more medals.
And for this they hold elections.