the leader
tells his gang of soldiers
as they're having a pot luck
dinner one night
by candle light
in a cave.
he draws out a map
on a large napkin. Jimmy,
you still have
that tractor with the plow on it?
good, we can
cut the wire there, there and there,
then jump
the border. everyone bring
their tin snips.
once we're in we
randomly kill
a bunch of innocent people,
rape, murder, pillage
and rob,
set fire to their homes,
then we scurry back
with a few hundred of them
and tie them up.
women, babies, children,
old people,
it makes no never mind.
we hold them hostage.
it's our ace in the hole.
then we'll crawl back
into our tunnels
beneath schools and churches,
hospitals, daycare centers,
and playgrounds, where
we store our bombs and missiles,
our ammunition
and guns.
they'll never get us there.
the world is on our side, right?
and remember,
we're freedom fighters, not terrorists.
so who's in?
can i get an Amen?
come on, we can win this thing.
how about a hip hip hooray?
pass me
another hunk of bread, please,
and some cheese.
then we all need some sleep,
it's going to be a busy
day tomorrow.
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