we didn't plan it this way,
events just got out of hand
Lady Luck and bands of cruel fates
led us to believe
preempting is better than
sitting on the side lines,
no amount of inspecting
or protesting can cure
make us secure from suspicion
sucked into a whirlpool
drowned in propaganda
we followed the red brick road
straight into the hells of war,
in the name of Christ, Mohammad
and nationalism, trying to save
the world, killed and murdered more
miscalculated and set off
the chain reaction and fallout
that keeps us jailed
in an underground shelter
with a future even more
insecure than before
leaders say we didn't plan
it this way, it just got out of hand
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