Let us bomb your
neighborhood
Guided by our
intelligence.
Let us erase your
neighbor
Out of love.
Not you, not your
children.
Bombs of love!
You should be grateful
After the dust clears
After the evil has been
exploded,
After the crater
Has been filled and
paved;
We will explode our way
into your hearts.
We might miss our
intended target. . .
Our missiles of love are
no more accurate
Than our missiles of
hate.
No one is perfect.
We will say "We're
sorry."
And other words.
There is nothing to be
gained
By challenging why we
obliterate.
We have plans for your
future.
We will make sure
That evil doesn't return.
Our bombs are
well-intended, moral bombs.
Bombs of democracy,
Anti-septic bombs of change,
Bombs of a new order for
you,
Of superior judgment
And love.
