Investigation

We know the pieces fit, we watched towers fall away.
Confused, while smoldering, explanations differing.
Their intentions juxtaposed against the forces set in motion.
Dissembling as they forbid any investigation.
The fear now fuels the crackdown, has shut our eyes and torn us so.
We don’t see when the war will end, crippling the opposition.

We know the pieces fit, as we watched questioning drowned.
No fault, none to blame it doesn’t mean we don’t desire to.
Point the finger, blame the other, watch liberties trampled over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover hard asked questions.

The imagery that comes from the controlled TV screen,
And the dark forces behind it.
Making spaces for the dissidents.

(instrumental break)
There was a time that the pieces fit, but we watched them filed away.
Subdued, new wars for oil, strangled by their coveting.
They’ve done the math enough to know the dangers of our nation’s message.
Doomed to stumble because we sow, and reaping is our destination.

Forced silence has a tendency to atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Amongst freedom’s supposed lovers.