The Lost Ones

Weather Weapons Wars

Prosperity preaching president
With threats to take some more
Then promising to share it
With the working class and poor

Making money with his meme coins
Social media and phones
But the days of memorabilia 
Have already come and gone

Movies depicting D-Day
And back when Washington was young
They cover up corruption 
Never showing the lost ones

But they’re losing their disguise 
Of making losses look like wins
As the petrodollar dies
And high-prices get the spin

Now enduring floods and fires
While they’re blocking out the sun
Pulling bodies from the mire
Far downstream from where they’ve come

When whatever we have left
Is being used to bomb the poor
Welcome to the democide
You’re in their weather weapons wars