for Muntadhar al-Zaidi (and the widows and orphans)
Roll out all the red carpets
Put up a castle out in the sand
Put up a throne out in the desert
go to hell where you'll bother no one
This is a farewell kiss, you dog
Now you’ll wear a necklace of shoes
A ridiculous disgrace
Ridiculous and ready to kill us
Keep moving to stay alive
Oh, the people…
Keep moving while asleep
The people are sharks
Corrupt but loyal, it’s the customer’s money
It’s about money it's a rich land
It was a rich land and now it’s a poor one
by the sleight of a government magic hand
Wars and walls all around yourself
Roll out the carpet so full of sand
Put up a throne out in the desert
now you're king of a forsaken land
A ridiculous disgrace
Ridiculous and ready to kill us
This is a farewell kiss, you dog
Now you’ll wear a necklace of shoes
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2 comments:
It's the widows and the orphans who'll carry on.
I wish they were bullets and not shoes. Motherfucker
killed his own country.
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