Why'd I write these lyrics?

Protest? Lament? I write plenty love songs but this one somehow came out of me over a couple of days. Very weird for me...

Looking for answers

Looking for trust

The mourning dove's calling

Through concrete and dust

A madman is waging

A terrible fight

His sheep are all gathered

But stay out of sight

He calls to his children

Throughout every land

To die for his cause

Though he hides in the sand

And people of hope

Must take up their steel

To bring back the peace

In a world turned surreal

So, once more in turns

Free nation's sons

Must carry to battle

Their father's guns

Chorus-

But war is a bistro

Of beer bought in rounds

Or lattes on ice

With talking-head sounds

The word at their tables

Night after night

Peace would disrupt

Their lucrative fight

And the rose on the table

And dove in the tree

Each tell a story

One captive, one free

2nd verse-

When one man's religion

Worships the knife

The devils' his master

No true god takes life

For all of the poison

Deep in his soul

He must feed on death

To keep his heart cold

His words are deception

And, murder his tool

Like warlords before him

His goal is to rule

Reason elludes him

His mind is a swamp

His lessons in doctrine

The words in Mein Kampf

Chorus -

End.

hmm.. not much of a George Bush fan are ya?

I can't really tell you why you wrote those lines -- but it sometimes feels a little bit as though a couple of them are there mostly just to rhyme.

Of course, anyone writing rhyming verse can fall prey to "settling" for a rhyme.

One comment I do have is that having a rhyme every 8 syllables (every 4 feet, in poetry talk) really accentuates the rhymes -- to the potential detriment of the meaning and momentum of the song, I think.

Anyhow, sometimes a song just spills out of you and it's hard to know why you made the choices you made. But I don't think there's anything wrong with thinking about them afterward and fooling around to see if some changes might make a given song tighter and more focused -- and therefore, more powerful.

And, of course, sometimes you just feel like leaving them the way they came out.

It's all about what you're trying to do, I guess.

Actually, I'm politically indifferent at this point. And, you can pick any world leader with designs beyond his own national borders and plug him into this song. The intended target of this song is Bin Laden. However, I see now that it lends itself to the perceptions of the reader.

I agree about the rhyming (ad nauseum). It does present an odd defeat of the freedom of poetic license - to rhyme or not to rhyme - when the phrases are so short. I guess it's pretty obvious to those in-the-know. Thanks for the critique.