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Terrorists I do my best to fight the terrorists I cut them down from newspapers and burn them I shout at them on TVs But they invade And rob my money through taxes They call this democracy While my vote matters nothing I become the murderer of election campaigns I torture them and set fire Isn’t it good to see them glow in the night like torches? When the terrorist celebrate the tickets they get I wish the champagne bottles are bombs I hope the microphones are laser knives That can cut their throats straight I must form another party And gather people’s strength Do I become a terrorist? By Kara Yun Hua Chang in Hong Kong, 18/10/2006 -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 137.189.247.96
EddyGuitar:very interesting! 140.122.218.77 10/18 17:06