Avion

Well, I boarded the plane without any hassle
Caucasians look at my features with concern and indignation
I'm going to their nation just to close a deal, but my ethnicity seems to be a cause of anger
How serious is it to be Arab or Muslim?
What does it matter if I come from India or Afghanistan?

I seem to bother just by being here
Their country doesn't please me, I'm just here to work
I hear them proudly talk about how they subdue smaller countries
They laugh, they feel good
They think they're in charge
Their trade agreements and policies harm the whole world
My business is oil painting
I'm an artist
I don't know what oil is
I'm not a terrorist
But there they are speaking ill of my country
Of my customs and the Quran

I don't know why they do it
It's not the first time I travel
It's my job, but I always did it with my head down
But I'm tired now
And this time I confronted
These people
I received a barrage of insults that now
I'd rather not specify
My demeanor is peaceful
I felt critical

I called the flight attendant to demand respect
She looked me up and down and offered me an amaretto to drink
I felt like everyone was mocking me
I got restless
Now everyone was insulting Muhammad
My people, my language
They complained about my clothes
My customs and even my scent
The flight attendant smiles
And with anger I remembered here
How they trampled the Iraqi people
With armed forces they killed my beloved's family
They want us with nothing
That's when I spoke up

I stood up and grabbed the flight attendant by the neck
I pulled a toothpick from her hair and stuck it in her throat
Without killing her, just to intimidate her, I said I'm going into the cockpit
Guess
If you don't take me, you lose your life
Shut up, I yelled
Shut up
I'm tired of your immoral acts

Your dollars
Your commercials
Your Hollywood
Your animal abuses
For experimental purposes
Your sexual perverts
Your channels
Your chains
Your Walmart, McDonald's
Business goals

Your ignorance
Your power
That they see us as rivals just because we're from the East
Each one is autonomous
They impose on us
Their democracy
Their democracy is not a guarantee
If it were real, Bush would do it again

I enter the cockpit and in the midst of the commotion
I kill the flight attendant and then also the pilot
The co-pilot stopped me and hit me
But the plane lost control and made it crash
And I knocked him out with the fire extinguisher and locked myself in the cockpit
I started to pilot and I had never done it in my life

I cried, prayed, remembered my people and thought of the so-called land of the free
While the out-of-control plane plummeted towards the city
I think we will all die
The plane will crash
The wing tilts
Help me, Allah
Forgive me, I don't want anyone to die
Hey! I see the Twin Towers in the distance