Illegal thoughts of Bethlehem,
How well we see them fly!
Above your deep & dreamless sleep
Our stealthy drones go by;
Yes, on those dark wings we send
An everlasting fright;
The rage & fears of all our years
Are ‘imminent’ tonight.
To powers that be above.
Mere mortals sleep, their masters keep
Close watch for murder’s dove.
So morning press, so Twitter feeds,
Proclaim that all is well!
Let praise resound, let cash be found,
The key to peace is Hell.
Of Daniel Bethlehem!
Fake law supports inhuman thoughts
of murder, death, mayhem.
No eye need see some evidence
of ‘imminent’ attack.
That is the word that takes the bird,
that is our legal hack.
We thank you every day;
Remind us now, and tell us how
To kill as kill we may.
We now have legal demons
Who’ll tell us black is white.
Because of you, our lies fall true,
Your words make murder right!