When the righteous assassinate, it is fair play

When the righteous assassinate, it is fair play-
But when the enemy kills, it is God’s dismay.

When vast lands are invaded for “freedom’s” sake,
Innocents are killed and maimed every day.

We have no god greater than our own comfort:
We don’t care what the aggrieved have to say.

There is no pretension worse than “helping” others,
And then crush them to maintain it was naiveté.

We have no fucking idea what we are doing, and
We don’t care. All this war business is so passé.

Let us wave the flag and regale our vast stupidity:
Let us remember our very own Timothy McVeigh!

Darvish knows well that Nations have no honor.
He cries that The People all to easily love betray.




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