The Ballad of Mohamed Atta

 

His name was Mohamed El-Amir Atta

Cutest babe in the world to his ma and his pa

They were hard working people… did all that they could…

To teach him right from wrong like any good parent would

He was born in the land of King Tut’s pyramid

Did he grow up to do what they say that he did?

Did he murder 3,000 by flying a plane…

Into the World Trade Center with rage in his brain?

 

When he was a young boy, he did well in school

He was taught to be kind in a world that was cruel

His father and mother raised him to be good

What it meant to be Muslim was well understood

A generous, peace-loving community

But all that was threatened by the economy

By the great “western system”… the greed and suffering it sows

By the great “New World Order” they seek to impose

 

He studied Urban Planning in old Germany

He dreamed ancient Egypt could be modern and free

He worked with Ralph Bodenstein and Volker Hauth

It was winter ’94 when they flew east and south

They’d landed a project in “Old Town Cairo”

They were so young and hopeful so long ago

They gathered information on the economy

On the effects of decisions on the people they’d see

 

On historic preservation, polluting industry

High class corruption and vast poverty

Strawberries for export instead of wheat for the poor

It had to be imported from the great US store

Storm troopers were storming the old neighborhoods

Kickin’ down doors… Killing just cause they could

The Egyptian, Israeli, and US ruling class

Made plans that were clashing with the Muslim mass

 

And up from the masses there rose with a rush

A great wave of resistance they would brutally crush

They rounded up thousands, imprisoned them too

They tortured and murdered like state terrorists do

Mohamed begged his colleagues, “Please don’t speak out”

It might get him “criminalized”… No job come about…

Cause he dreamed social planning could be done with a heart

But the wolves of the world would soon tear that apart!

Instrumental interlude –

 

In Florida he was a drunkard, a “covorter” about

Buying sex with the call girls… No longer devout!

In Pensacola US Naval Station…

And Huffman Aviation, what “training” was done?

How’d he get a Visa to get in the USA?

Who enabled this danger, and who paid his way?

And what was his mission? Who was he working for?

Was he really a hijacker? How can we be sure?

 

Yes, what happened later to the kid who could care?

Was his growing awareness just too much to bare?

Did he “crack up”? … or “link up” with a very bad crowd?

Was he a Al Qaida asset the CIA allowed?

Yes, what happened later to Mohamed Atta?

Named as “chief suspect” of a terror fatwah…

But was it a “fatwah” or “special ops” design?

For who had the means to pull off such a crime?

Instrumental interlude –

 

His name was Mohamed El-Amir Atta

Can we tell the truth from the propaganda?

Was he an “attacker” or a “patsy” to blame?

Was somebody else maybe using his name?

His name was Mohamed El-Amir Atta

Can you tell the truth from the propaganda?

If you get your “truth” from the war profiteers,

The truth of your prophets may well disappear!

 

Storm troopers are storming the old neighborhoods

In Bagdad and Basra and Fallujah there’s blood!

Compradors of Iraq and the US ruling class

Made plans to wage war on the great Muslim mass

Do you know what they’re planning to do in your name?

In the name of “Democracy”, it’s a sham and a shame!

‘Cause all of this killing comes out of the claims…

Of the “Official Story” and whoever it blames!

Copyright Nov. 21, 2004 Victor René Sadot / BMI / Orbian Love Music

 

This song was written after reading the interviews by Liz Jackson with Ralph Bodenstein and Volker Hauth done on the Australian Broadcasting Corporation that were posted on the internet.

Ralph Bodenstein interview Beirut. Lebanon on Oct. 15, 2001: http://www.abc.net.au/4corners/atta/interviews/bodenstein.htm

Volker Hauth interview in Hamburg, Germany on Oct. 21, 2001: http://www.abc.net.au/4corners/atta/interviews/hauth.htm