| Jay Scott : Daily Whale : archive : 2003 : 22 March 2003 |
The Ballad Of Frightening Small Children, Or, Better Loud Noises In The Night Than Secret Police
Over the hills and over,
Under the darkest sky,
I fly in a batwing bomber,
And nobody asks me why.
To George it is for the voters.
To the colonel it's for the dead.
To me it's so that my daughter
Can grow up free of dread.
There are the flames of Baghdad,
Aligned with the target grids.
I know as we kill the terror
We terrify the kids.
give me a clue so sweet and true
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