Texty:
Political Asylum

Crisis they say But it's not funny When lives are squandered, We still pay the money Welfare is cut, to foot the bill So it ain't just the enemy,

Living in a nightmare Only place I have to stay For want of peace and not for war It?s the price I have to pay Just a solitary white feather The Mark

This desert rose has deadly thorns The blossoming nation built upon conquest and creed Four million Palestinians scattered in its wake An encamped nation

Like you and I, they feel pain But man has the right to kill and maim Destruction of life for which we?re meant to care But you can block it out as if

Should I open up my window on the world I?d like the sun to come shining in But I?m frightened of the cold Is this my window? Can this be my only window

The fields have turned grey and the trees have lost their leaves There?s no one to be seen, only crosses and wreaths Row upon row of graves lying there

Running running from my home From this so called community I want to be on my own This place just ain?t for me I don?t want to be alone But I can?t take