an extraordinary machine

Tanks! Tanks! Tanks! by Defiance, Ohio

“Tanks, tanks, tanks. Bombs, bombs, bombs. Nuclear heat-seeking battleships. Shake yer hips, raise your fists, tell ‘em they can kiss yer’ ass if they come knockin’ for us kids.

You needed a dependable work force so you created a drug war n’ got one in orange. Now on the backs of the poor, you’re taking over the world by force. Whatever for?”