Politics

I went to where the countryside

Changed colour on the map

I walked along the borderline

In the atlas printed black

I wandered in the forest

And searched upon the ground

Among the leafy litter

No border could be found

All the birds and squirrels

Didn't notice when

The countryside changed colour

And then changed back again

But the changing of the colour

On the map is clear

And those that are not dead o'er there

Are fleeing over here

At the border on the map

Now painted on the road

The men with uniforms and guns

Relieve them of their load

And herd them to a common place

The people of the hated race

Delivered from a sudden death

Dying at a slower pace

With the birds and squirrels

I stand and wonder why

The lines and colours on the map

Mean they have to die