Undecided Decider

He stood

As tall as he could

And proclaimed himself

The Decider

Whilst astride her

And sent our young off

To punish the unwashed

Devils that broke our buildings

The young went willingly

At first

And died as they fought

To free a people with no idea of freedom

The Decider deluded himself

And us

With the thought everyone

Wants Wal-Mart

And Cadillacs

But some folks

Want their shackles

And are happy in the glory

Of some unseen deity

Aren’t interested in

A blonde blue-eyed Jesus

Nailed to a piece of wood

And hung on a bedroom wall

He died to save us

We have crucified our young to

Save the unwilling

And die they have

The Decider’s hands run with blood

Our hands dip in the blood and glory

In the carnage

Because we decided

And they decided

And he decided

And the zealots decided

And the new crusade

And the old Jihad

Meet again to free Jerusalem

To repaint the Wailing Wall and free Babylon

So we can hang the gardens again

But instead we hung the leader

And his cronies

More blood, more lives lost

For a lost cause

And where are the gods we fight for

why do they not reached down and support us

Or smite us

When will they decided

Or are we once again deluded

And worship figures in Botticelli paintings

Or one who will not be depicted

In Danish cartoons

Where will it end

Will it ever end

Who will decide it is over

Will the Decider decide

Or fade off into a Texas sunset

To chop wood and write memoirs

The veil is drawn

The killing goes on

And the decider is still astride her

Churning his hips in futility