The Straitjackets: Poetry of Ryan Thomson

The War Machine

As progressive stupidity grips us, the war machine rolls on.
Corruption and power prosper, over the failing power of one.
One more death for the good of the country, one more dollar spent.
One more grieving family, exactly what they meant.
Oh how this war pains me, how it breaks my heart.
How I wish I could change it, I wish I could do my part.
Obey the propaganda!
Become the huddled mass!
Destroy the common knowledge!
Eliminate the past!
Support new world order!
Watch your dollar burn!
Slowly break the spirit,
As the tide begins to turn.
Light at the end of the tunnel, life in the fast lane.
Is hat hope that's shining, or is it just a train?
Insanity sets in, all hope turns to dust.
How I wish that war machine would stop and slowly rust.

Poetry:
ADHD Out of control Prescribed medication Just what you need To achieve relaxation Mental collapse Insightful distortion Taking its toll The perfect proportion Swallow the pill Suppression of thought Slowly calm down Just what you bought	Children The born infestation Mini-van generation The blind leading blind Corrupting the mind The gang of conformists Numbers enormous With each year that passes They join the masses Think that you're old You're losing your hold Kids so polite Once so contrite Now they have changed Horribly deranged
The War Machine As progressive stupidity grips us, the war machine rolls on. Corruption and power prosper, over the failing power of one. One more death for the good of the country, one more dollar spent. One more grieving family, exactly what they meant. Oh how this war pains me, how it breaks my heart. How I wish I could change it, I wish I could do my part. Obey the propaganda! Become the huddled mass! Destroy the common knowledge! Eliminate the past! Support new world order! Watch your dollar burn! Slowly break the spirit, As the tide begins to turn. Light at the end of the tunnel, life in the fast lane. Is hat hope that's shining, or is it just a train? Insanity sets in, all hope turns to dust. How I wish that war machine would stop and slowly rust.

Ryan Thomson is 14 and will start the ninth grade at Nogales High School next month. His passions are poetry, politics and, especially music. he plays the drums in a band he organized three years ago. Ryan Thomson is 14 and will start the ninth grade at Nogales High School next month. His passions are poetry, politics and, especially music. He plays the drums in a band he organized three years ago.