Our promised lands were stained with blood and then inherited by you and me!
Damn all the keepers of the truth—And their reinvention of history
With a thin veneer of reason—And a quick lick of morality
It’s behind this false façade—To which the puppet-masters hide
Always fighting the good fight—And always with their god on their side
Oratory indignation of revolt—The mad cries of the jingoistic kind
Nietzsche, Dante, Karl Marx—Utopian dreams of the idealistic mind
Social Darwinism and eugenics—The study of racial purity
That gave us Hitler, Stalin, Mao—The devils of the twentieth century
For although gone, they’re all still in us—You still hear their clarion call
And the bitch that bore them all—Is ever there, waiting, on heat once more
And damn all our forefathers—For their passed-down hate-filled legacy
Our promised lands were stained with blood—Then inherited by you and me
Their hatred fosters our hatred—And on this continuation we all ride
Drunk with the drum and rebel songs—And a misplaced sense of pride
They sing of victories long past—Odes to heroic martyrs of the brave
King Billy’s still riding back to the Boyne—To fight the boys of the old brigade
From Cromwell’s New Model Army—To Churchill and the gallant few
The Jacobites crushed at Culloden—Napoleon at Waterloo
At the grave of the Unknown Soldier—At the coming of the setting sun
The flower of a generation lies—In the fields of Flanders and the Somme
Well the victors write the history—With the vanquished merely as their foil
But the crosses of each are exactly the same—Scattered in the bloody soil
Lord Kitchener still points from his poster—Lenin stares out from in his tomb
General Gordon makes his last stand—In the dust-bowl of old Khartoum
Connolly rouses his rebels—General Franco his fifth-columnists
Uncle Sam aims a missile at heaven—Just in case god’s a communist
The one thing we’ve learnt from history—From every rag-tag shabby war
It seems quite clear in insight—That we’ve learnt absolutely nothing at all
Fighting for peace is the new slogan—It’s today’s great sound-bite ideology
Well fighting for peace, is no more or less—Like fucking for virginity
It’s the cult of jingoistic history—That keeps these myths alive
That gives us all one more reason—To kill, separate and divide
Also can read:
http://www.authspot.com/Poetry/THE-NIHILIST–Part-One–the-CULT-of-ORGANIZED-RELIGION.588477
http://www.authspot.com/Poetry/THE-NIHILIST–Part-Two–the-Cult-of-Political-Ideals.626325
Deep but not vague..you say it clearly and you don’t sugar coat nothin’..and best of all..you don’t bend the truth :–) In 1900, everyone was jingoistic and thought war led to fame and glory. So they all eagerly signed up for World War I. This piece has the jingoistic intensity of 1914..as I read this I thought of all the soldiers who fought in the front line..what must have been going through their heads..disillusionment, anger and sufferance. For me Steve..this was very poignant and extremely well-written 
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