Children of Chomsky
The old general is thousands of miles away from MIT campus
You might think he's forgotten by the legion of young souls
encamping peace on MIT lawn, but he's close to their heart and
they owe much to his moral vision, like a flag post cemented in their minds
reminding them of media treachery and 'manufacturing consent', a clever stratagem to nip you in the bud, only to see you've grown accustomed to being children of Chomsky, a chain of righteous humanity, clamoring for a ceasefire and end to the mass slaughter.
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