Our terrorist don't wear turbans
They wear blue or red bandanas
They don't hide in the hills
They hide in the hood
The atrocities of genocide
Yield up dead bodies like
Dead fishes washing ashore at high tide
Where are the soldiers
that will fight our urban war
Where are our peacekeepers and our peacemakers
Bulletproof vests should be part of
my son's school uniform
His concept of the red and blue is
Dodging bullets in his own backyard
The war on terrorism has moved from my
Front yard to New York City
We are still sustaining casualties
The bullets still fly
They create hollow echoes from the
Deep trenches of South Central L. A.
In the United States of America