Sandstorm Blues

The PI in high heels held her crescent high
For the love of no one but a dead GI
Ali Allah Ak'sha heard her plea and cried
It was twilight desert sandstorm and one black fly
left over from the days when they both were bi
held a promise of something better in pigment dye
the wind through the palms made a hollow sigh
indicating that tomorrow more men would die
those who sleep safe blanket themselves with the lie
that all is free when looked at through the holy eye
"Arbusto Diablo" shout the southern side
I just look out for the tsunami tide