Killing an Arab

Standing on the beach

With a gun in my hand

Staring at the sky

Staring at the sand

Staring down the barrel

At the Arab on the ground

I can see his open mouth

But I hear no sound

I'm alive

I'm dead

I'm the stranger

Killing an Arab

I can turn

And walk away

Or I can fire the gun

Staring at the sky

Staring at the sun

Whichever I chose

It amounts to the same

Absolutely nothing

I'm alive

I'm dead

I'm the stranger

Killing an Arab

I'm alive

I'm dead

I'm the stranger

Killing an Arab