They’re building a wall

They’re building a wall,
a wall between friends,
a wall that justifies,
any means for their ends.
A wall between Semites,
between rich and poor,
brothers and sisters,
from not so long before.
Many feet thick
and 20 feet high.
Noone can look through it
and into the eye
of a person you might now
to whom you might confide
now just a stranger
on the other side.

They’re building a wall
between water and land,
so we can eat fruid
and they can eat sand.
A wall that makes sure
That our orchards will grow
And our kids can get fat
And not need to know
Of the cities in ruins
And the children in fear
That your fathers and brothers
In tanks migfht be near.
A wall to keep quiet
that which you fear most
so you don’t have to listen
to your granfather’s ghost.

They’re building a wall
between future and past
a wall to keep distant
the chambers of gas
from the buldozers, gunships
and the tears of a child.
Dignity, love
and all honor defiled
To remove reality
from your "facts on the ground".
A wall to keep distant
the terrible sound
of the houses that crumble
and the children that die.
A wall to keep separate
the truth from the lie.

They’re building a wall
and at such a cost
land, money and safety
and all the lives lost!
A wall made of brick.
But bricks can be broken
when the people of Zion
Have finally awoken.
And said "No more walls!
No more refugees!
No more keeping people
opon their knees!"
And then the histoy books
will someday recall
before apartheid was ended
they were building a wall.

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