They caught you like a dreamcatcher
Shot you down in the night they wrote up
They tell us we got justice now
Sand Negroes been put down

I suppose freedom has been restored
But how many dead have come to pass
What big lies go untrue
Who flew them planes
Have we really been after you?

You indistinct brown Arab man
You were Amerika’s nightmare
You were the terror that taunted us
But you were a ploy, a toy
To render us tame

Osama, riddle me this:
How did 100 flights of steel and cement turn into dust?
I don’t wish to make a fuss, but this is odd
And even gravity would suggest
That things don’t fall into itself and disintegrate
But even more sinister, are the explosions, many heard
As low as the third floor, when the plane hit
High up in the sky, do tell, what is the lie?

But you are dead now, well
The idea they made of you
And we can never interrogate
What lies remain untrue

Between me and you,
I always had a clue
I knew it wasn’t you