Here's a Johnny Cash tune called San Quentin that I transposed a little and I think he'd agree with me in any case
Nine eleven you've been livin hell to me
You've tormented me since two thousand two and three
You've tortured me just to see me cry
At Abu Grabe you striped me of my pride
Nine eleven I hate every inch of you
You've cut me and you scared me through and through
You're machines of war are rollin throught the land
Making money for the rich Americans
Nine eleven what good do you think you do
Control the world just to protect a few
You bent my heart and mind and warped my soul
Your Israeli wall turn my blood a little cold
Nine eleven may you rot in burning hell
For your twisted lies you'll pay the bible tells
History is never kind to men who cheat
George Bush and Stephen Harper will be meat
Nine eleven I hate every inch iof you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem