What About That Pipeline?

You ask me to write a poem
A poem about our brothers and sisters who no longer roam
But I ask you - What about that pipeline?

What pipeline you say
That pipeline that will go from Turkmenistan
Right under Afghanistan
And whoever rules that land will be the man

What pipeline you say
That pipeline that back in '98 Unocal
The US gov's oil pal
Who backed out of the black gold deal
And who led you to believe that it wasn't George but Al
Who ordered them to steal
But what about that pipeline?

What pipeline you say
That pipeline that will go from Turkmenistan
Right under Afghanistan
And whoever owns that land will be the man

So while rich white men are pimp fuckin'
And dirt poor Afghanistans are slave truckin'
I say - What about that pipeline?

What pipeline you say
That pipeline that will go from Turkmenistan
Right under Afghanistan
And whoever rules that land will be the man

Now watchin' the news I feel their blues
Their men's blues that are wrapped under turbans with no clues
Their women's blues that were once hidden under veils of differing hues
Who are now finally gettin' freedom's dues

Still what about that pipeline I say
That pipeline that will go from Turkmenistan
Right under Afghanistan
And whoever owns that land will be the man

Now I hear they want Osama dead
After once giving him royal CIA head
As they romanced him while others bled
In a land they once feared to tread

Now they want that pipeline back
What pipeline you still say
That pipeline that caused the twin towers to fall
That pipeline that will produce an easy billion for 'em all
That pipeline that will go from Turkmenistan
Right under Afghanistan
And whoever rules that land will be the man

- by Savannah Skye...