Why I’m a Terrorist
I cried when the Trade Centers burned down
to see all the people who leapt
from windows at two-hundred meters
because they were burning to death
A terrible act of mass murder,
there really is no excuse for it
That’s why, that’s why, that’s why, Lord,
I hate the terrorists
I cried when the bombs started falling
on Afghanistan and Iraq
On TV I saw the flames rising
and thought of the bodies burned black
Another revenge act of murder,
there really is no excuse for it
That’s why, that’s why, that’s why, Lord,
I hate the terrorists
Our government’s definition of the word “terrorism”
describes organizes acts of violence
like damaging property, such as GM crop trials
This eco-terrorism
is worst than guns and bombs which aren’t wrong
except in the hands of unelected ones
Of course, this is no joking matter
for New Yorkers, Muslims, and Kurds
and a world where the hate levels rising
means we have to be careful with words
But the thing that most terrifies our government
is refusal to follow their gist
That’s why, that’s why, that’s why, Lord,
I am a terrorist — hell yes, a pacifist
In the eyes of our government,
that means I’m a terrorist,
a raving mad terrorist