Take your youngest strongest fighters
Ship them far away from home
With your borders left so porous
Leave your family all alone
Go perform your duties elsewhere
Go encircle other yards
While back at home we are invaded
Dollar death is falling hard
Time to stand around the flagpole
Wait for orders to comply
Two triangles half inverted
One goes to ground one goes to sky
They were never really soldiers
They were always prison guards
We should move them to our borders
No encroachment is required
Now they find it’s not so easy
Seeds of suffering they’ve sown
Consequences for the jailers
No more blood without their own
The next catastrophe is coming
As we guard the sea of red
With our borders left wide open
Soon we’ll know where lies have led
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