My Jihad

Author: Stephen W. Cote

today is the day of my jihad

today is the day I will die

I don't understand what I'm doing

Don't want to make this sacrifice

today is the day of our jihad

we'll make western infidels pay

they don't understand our religion

they don't understand what we say

today is the day of the jihad

the suicide bombers stand by

the clerics rant on Al Jazeera

from their mountain cave far behind

the war torch blazes in the pre dawn

Vitriol warms and beats our hearts

families know they'll somehow carry on

once sons and daughters play their parts

the anger fuels my understanding

what's right, what's wrong, that I believe

a temporal word defines a world

western consumers aught to leave

the western world bought and ate their fill

they invaded our holiest land

they raped our minds with soulless media

and wonder why we make a stand

all they want to do is listen to

pop and hip-hop records all day

fleeting starshine and cop-killing ways

lip-syncing pimps and gangsta ho's

fan-boys unite in their iPod light

thumpin' on a ripped showbox tune

cruise down the ave in some tricky dick ride

wonder what's the problem with that?

Another place, a different time

Forsaking the desert beauty

You hate for lack of understanding

I see my jihad as duty