Destination Cuba
A killer drone once destroyed a building
close to me
Okay I’m not a Christian, why would I ever be
When many a Christian country is the source
of misery
What happens at destination Cuba?
I haven’t made a bomb for years, these days
peace is my scene
I’m just a simple shepherd now, married and a
has-been
My children fear a drone attack, or something
in-between
What happens at destination Cuba?
I know about rendition, they can take you in
your sleep
And send you to be tortured by some evil
looking creep
Hoping for a confession or knowledge on the
cheap
What happens at destination Cuba?
Pray tell me how America fell victim to such
might
These days I am a shepherd, I have given up
the fight
I’m devoted to my family, yet we cannot sleep
at night
What happens at destination Cuba?
There is no judge and jury when they launch a
killer drone
Primed with crazy explosives aiming to blow
up some home
Or else they choose rendition, they will not
leave you alone
What happens at destination Cuba?
When my body has been buried and my family
have moved on
And an angel has decided who is right and who
is wrong
I am hoping a folk singer will not need to
sing this song
What happens at destination Cuba?
The End
©
Frankie Spiritu
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