Fly through the smoke my mortal friend
Knells of death will light your way
As you wade through a sea of immortal woes
Sparing not your hopes of a another day
Others may fall wounded, maimed or dead
They all are parts of a vexing power play
Fear not; your children will be cared and fed
And spared from a life of senseless fray
When you come to my side of this insane world
(Look! I am waving at you from across the bay)
You will never be confined to an ethnic state
(The world is boundless and shrinking everyday!)
So numb your thoughts; let me show you how
To respect their guns and watch what you say
Those killed in March will get flowers in April
And convoys of freedom will arrive in May
Beautiful...
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