when war criminals
make love,
oh, the press gets butterflies
their pens sing
"pat and rub my tummy, too"
they wax so poetic
"tell me who
can make love over war
the way war criminals do?"
The satire cuts clean in this one. The way you show the media swooning over power while ignoring the damage behind it is sharp and unsettling
The satire cuts clean in this
The satire cuts clean in this one. The way you show the media swooning over power while ignoring the damage behind it is sharp and unsettling