Barbed wire and razor wire (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
They build walls around here,
Don’t they?
Walls that are big and strong,
Of rock and stone,
Born from mud and earth.
Don’t they?
They build walls around here,
Don’t they?
Walls that go on for as far as the eye can see,
Empire endings,
Claims of territory.
Don’t they?
They build walls around here,
Don’t they?
Walls that reach high into the sky,
To keep you in, (so I’m told).
Don’t they?
They build walls around here,
Don’t they?
Walls of cement and barbed wire,
To keep you out, (so I’m told),
To keep them safe .
Don’t they?
They build tunnels under there,
Don’t they?
Tunnels that go deep and wide,
Don’t they?
Tunnels so you can go in and they can come out,
Don’t they?
Tunnels where you and them can pass,
And trade
Don’t they?
They build tunnels under there,
Don’t they?
Tunnels built with blood and tears,
Of toils and sweat,
Don’t they?
Tunnels built with defiance deep and dark,
Tunnels built on hopes and dreams,
Reaching deep into the earth of blue skies
and peaceful days.
Don’t they?
The West Coast Line 