Story

a rant for the twenty-first century

© Steven E. Cutts, 2004, revised 2006 & 2013

a Studio C recording, September 2013

 

Lyrics

Clearly you are angry; who could miss it?  But I don’t get it.

I’m not sure how I’ve offended -- can’t remember, but I’m paying.

Keeping me on edge – off-balance – is rewarding you somehow.

It’s become a sacred mission, like you’ve taken solemn vows.

 

Would you please go away?  Could you just leave me alone?

I’m not guilty of the sins for which you wish me to atone.

Aren’t you satisfied your powers of revenge are widely known?

You have made your point; now, please, leave me alone.

 

You bring only death and suffering – blameless victims, sometimes children

All to make a frightening statement – airplanes crashing, bombs exploding.

So convinced your cause is righteous, you will sacrifice yourself;

So convinced that you have fatally struck the hated infidel.

 

Would you please go away?  Could you just leave me alone?

I’m not guilty of the sins for which you wish me to atone.

You claim God ordained that you could push me up against the wall;

I suspect God’s disappointed with us all.

 

Early on I tried my best to understand these things you do,

But you’ve frightened off what sympathy I ever had for you.

Aren’t you satisfied that you can bring your terror to my home?

You have made your point; now, please, leave me alone.

You have made your point; now, please, leave me alone.