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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. March 2003
From the Daily Whale.
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