The Dividing Line

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.