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Ethel Mannin

Song of the Bomber

I am purely evil;
Hear the thrum
of my evil engine;
Evilly I come.
The stars are thick as flowers
In the meadows of July;
A fine night for murder
Winging through the sky.

poem by Ethel Mannin (1936)Report problemRelated quotes
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