over thee high rise
great shadow falls
in yellow streets
each corner shows
one soldier waits
with sweating palms
there are no questions
just demands
O give me the order and I'll
Cross the border.
I Don't want to be where I am.
he guards a poster
scored and torn
a silence where
resistance grows
there are no questions
just demands
O give me the order and
I'll cross the border –
I don't want to be where I am.