I'm tied to night drives
Thoughtathon archives
This one's for Baba Budan, 7 beans through Hindustan
And this one for Anne Marie, Pompidou the Uffizi
People mix and people move and others simple disapprove
But how will your masters discipline you
When we dance beyond their field of view
Home time is futile
Optionless lifestyle
When you get to customs checks, holding hands, hold your breath
How do we ignore the deaths?
How are we so bereft?
Of empathy for those that flee, we arm our borders heavily
But how will our children ratify us with excuses so superfluous?
I'm tied to night drives
Thoughtathon archives
Home time is futile
Optionless lifestyle
I pulled the van onto the sand just beyond the Rio Grande
Officers with boots and guns put their lights on everyone
It's just a taste of what is faced
By those who march, by those displaced
How will your history eulogise you?
Fences, borders, walls; all deja vu
I'm tied to night drives
Thoughtathon archives
When you get to customs checks, holding hands, hold your breath
How do we ignore the deaths?
How are we so bereft?
Of empathy for those that flee, we arm our borders heavily
But how will our children ratify us with excuses so superfluous?
When you get to customs checks, holding hands, hold your breath
How do we ignore the deaths?
How are we so bereft?
Of empathy for those that flee, we arm our borders heavily
But how will our children ratify us with excuses so superfluous?