Don't Drink Bees

Kosovo Kosova
Your pronunciation betrays your allegiance
Injun Indian

They've always squabbled
"My God's better than your God"
India, Ireland, Jerusalem, America

He picks favorites
Check the Old Testament
David never smoked peyote

We couldn't civilize you
We had no choice

We must preserve purity
and the nation

Color makes it easier to kill
Black hats and white hats
or was it black robes?
or was it black faces?

Who is my enemy, and how can you tell?

"Don't shoot the hostages"
My videogame warns
"You'll lose points"
It's difficult
They all look the same
I pop in my quarter
Raise my blue, plastic gun
Shoot

When they are prostrate toward Mecca
The task is easier
Shoot them in the backs of their heads
They're different
They're dangerous
or did we just want their land?

This is our land now
We have the bigger guns
You have arrows
And when you get bigger guns
We will have bombs

Push them from Kosovo-a
Push them into Macedonia
Into refugee camps
or reservations
or the Pacific Ocean
Anywhere you can hide them

Why must they show their faces on the eleven o'clock news?

We drop bombs
In the night
To stop the grand faux pas
He embodies our shame

"What's worth one American life?"

The only solution is death
If they would all die,
we would be free of "the problem"
free of alcoholism, poverty, ethnic cleansing, shame, the past
difference

Did we do this to you?

They die slowly
We hold them in our hands
Wearing black gloves
Looking away

to the future

Soon