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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