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Deep within my countryside, dry hot sand For my poor starving rural crowd, a homeless land Besieged by the military troops, nothing we see Nasty sounds and bleeding people, all around me If this tragic remains unsolved, nobody live For the aid of my countrymen, what will I give? So I set back on the Arabian Sea, a place too far In search of money and gold, to end this war Sounds of thunder, heights of surfs, threatening bold Once I traveled far from coast, I felt cold No more tides, no places to hide Middle of the sea, so deep and wide Threatening storms give a daunting ride Only sky to see and star to guide Skies are blue, oceans are blue Cold winds blew, few birds flew Fish as food, Sun as clock Like a scary devil, those hard sea rocks Breezes comfort, sorrows depart Though I voyage with a broken heart There I see, a ship in red There if I rob, many lives are fed   Alone for miles, this voyage of hope With the wealth I loot, I plan for scope The piracy you see is so prosperous for me We got a stomach to feed, a life to live So stop resisting me, call me a pirate instead!
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC
Call me a Pirate
Deep within my countryside, dry hot sand For my poor starving rural crowd, a homeless land Besieged by the military troops, nothing we see Nasty sounds and bleeding people, all around me If this tragic remains unsolved, nobody live For the aid of my countrymen, what will I give? So I set back on the Arabian Sea, a place too far In search of money and gold, to end this war Sounds of thunder, heights of surfs, threatening bold Once I traveled far from coast, I felt cold No more tides, no places to hide Middle of the sea, so deep and wide Threatening storms give a daunting ride Only sky to see and star to guide Skies are blue, oceans are blue Cold winds blew, few birds flew Fish as food, Sun as clock Like a scary devil, those hard sea rocks Breezes comfort, sorrows depart Though I voyage with a broken heart There I see, a ship in red There if I rob, many lives are fed   Alone for miles, this voyage of hope With the wealth I loot, I plan for scope The piracy you see is so prosperous for me We got a stomach to feed, a life to live So stop resisting me, call me a pirate instead!
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC
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