This Wieseltier poem actually says it all, and no need for exegesis:
So they'll call the Little Prince
stick a submachine gun in his hand and say:
you might have come from another star
but now you're here
and that's not an elephant you see
from under the painted hat, but a tank.
The lamplighter's a terrorist
and if you don't wipe out those sheep
it'll be your head instead.
That's how it is, little prince.