Standing on the beach
With a gun in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring down the barrel
At the Arab on the ground
I can see his open mouth
But I hear no sound
I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an Arab
I can turn
And walk away
Or I can fire the gun
Staring at the sky
Staring at the sun
Whichever I chose
It amounts to the same
Absolutely nothing
I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an Arab
I feel the steel butt jump
Smooth in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring at myself
Reflected in the eyes
Of the dead man on the beach
The dead man on the beach
I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an Arab
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5 comments:
i've heard that arabs get real mad if you kill one of their brethren. i didn't get to where i am today by getting arabs mad at me.
I give this poem a 2. I didn't like the beat.
holy shit! is that really a song..hey if i was an arab that would pretty much piss me off too..
im with nancy i would give it a 2 also..hard to dance to...
Where would the world be without goth?
LOL nice - yea I remember that one - I still have their CDs
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