By Caitlin Johnstone: I made this song for my dear darling Dad as a present for
this coming Father’s Day which is held on the first Sunday in September
in Australia. The words are his. They come from an impassioned poem he
wrote from the depths of his guts when he heard the news that the
pointless tragedy that was the US mission in Afghanistan had finally
stuttered to an ignominious end.
So this one is for all the boomer rebels who not only lit the spark, they maintain the rage to this day. I love you all. Thank you, sincerely, for your service.
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