Slava Olchevski

Rookie - 20 Points (1964 / St.Petersburg, Russia)

To Bradley Manning - Poem by Slava Olchevski

Hotel Bushmaster two-six: Crazyhorse one-eight
You are looking at an enemy, in your hands is his fate
All you need is my blessing, when the trigger you press
You blow them to smithereens, to the bloody mess

So, you think a camera looks like a gun?
He may be a terrorist on a bombing run
A Reuters journalist with a hidden agenda
Stealing secrets and spying for al-Qaeda

Yes, Bushmaster element, roger that
I will let him have it, a fucking rat
I'll light them all up, bring a little fire
That's what they deserve, that's what we desire

That's what makes us proud with no ill will
We are calling the shots; we have a license to kill
In the country that’s known as Afghanistan
In Iraq, in Yemen, and soon, in Iran

That Wikileaks’ guy, Assange is his name
Tried to spoil our game, we will put him to shame
We have no names, and leave no traces
What we do is “on the need to know” basis.

December 19,2010

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 25, 2012

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