The sand in the endless desert,
Sticks in my throat, and my buddies, too.
Burns after a while.
Im out for for Dubya, and his friends.
The oil guys, and the weapons dealers.
I get to do their bidding.
I'm a stag, silent...
But now I'm turned to something else,
Since I smelt the death, and heard the rattle.
Sure I know Im a grunt,
But I sure do like the feeling I git.
That powerful rush of death...
Hits ya right in the gut.
Damn it!
Seein that enemy blown apart.
Heck, they want to die anyway.
To get to those virgins in the sky.
Father who art in Heaven.
Allah be thy name...
Name of God.
What is Thy Name?
Is it Ram.
Could it be Elocheemi ?
What about Jesus, Messiah of the Jews.
Could Krishna be your Name?
For Christ's sake,
Tell us;
Your Name, please,
Before we blow ourselve's up...
Robert Gimbel October, 2007
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