rhymes and treason, it's gunpowder season

With their fables and maybes, they sent them to hades,
they were sipping champagne whilst their bombs land on babies,
not trying to say that he's not a good bloke,
but if you look at his time it all ended in smoke,
always at war whilst preaching of peace,
the hypocrisy seemingly never does cease,
and now comes a man who we know is a sleaze,
to dislike his actions is simply a breeze,
he's an outspoken fool, not a sweet talking honey,
he's buying his placement with handfuls of money,
he's ungracious and ugly and simply a prick,
how he's their leader, we're missing a trick,
but if you believe that the past one was better,
please speak up and talk, please write me a letter,
ask the opinion of the man from the east,
who's family was killed from the bombs of this beast,
it's us or it's them, you hear him cry,
as the orders were sent and the innocents die,
still blood on his hands, still murder through war,
the injustice of which is becoming a boar,
you cant prison a man for killing another,
whilst paying the next to shoot at a brother,
so ask yourself now who you think the best,
this fly man speaks nicely, but shoots at the rest?