See, their script does make apparent sense.

They’re putting on a play about a war
Who’s the villain, who the victim weak?
But no-one knows what their new war is for.

The actors stumble, quicken into role.
The rulers, empty men who have no core.
They change their minds like dancers on hot coals.

There has to be an enemy, no doubt
So many choices, who can keep the score?
The saviour  seems more like a childish lout

When they decide who’s for and who’s against
Then we’ll see the bombs, oh watch, oh joy!
See, their script does make apparent sense.

Yet other States were in the list of choice
The rulers move like  fiddlers, secret whores.
The commoners prefer to have no voice.

With changes swift, the lack of heart, the hour
They gave us moments to get out the door.
They’re putting on a play about a war
It seems so real, it is, the Word’s on fire.