Lines In Sand

Xenophobe, fuck yourself
Build a fence, dig around
Arm a guard, we’ll arm ours
Think it’s full, make some room

Sentiments, not enough
Find a soul, build them up
Ladders reach, over walls
Common good, common ground

Can’t respect, neighbor’s space
Forfeit all, right to claim
Happy to, pay for trust
Deport you, you’ll adjust

Pride kills, arbitrary
Lines in the sand to make your maps
When you can’t even find compassion
Pride kills

Lines in sand now made in stone
We’ll make doors to show you out