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They're building a wall |
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A wall between friends |
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A wall that justifies |
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Any means for their ends |
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A wall between Semites |
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Rich and poor |
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Brothers and sisters |
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From not so long before |
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Many feet thick |
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And twenty feet high |
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No one can look through it |
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And into the eye |
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Of a person you might know |
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To whom you might confide |
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Now just a stranger |
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On the other side |
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They're building a wall |
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Between water and land |
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So we can eat fruit |
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And they can eat sand |
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A wall to make sure |
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That our orchards will grow |
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And our kids can get fat |
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And not need to know |
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Of the cities in ruins |
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And the children in fear |
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That your fathers and brothers |
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In tanks might be near |
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A wall to keep quiet |
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That which you fear most |
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So you don't have to listen |
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To your grandfather's ghost |
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They're building a wall |
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Between future and past |
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A wall to keep separate |
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The chambers of gas |
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From bulldozers, gunships |
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And the tears of a child |
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Dignity, love |
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And all honor defiled |
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To remove reality |
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From your facts on the ground |
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A wall to keep distant |
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The terrible sound |
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Of the houses that crumble |
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And the children that die |
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A wall to keep separate |
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The truth from the lie |
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They're building a wall |
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And at such a cost |
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Land, money and safety |
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And all the lives lost |
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A wall made of brick |
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But bricks can be broken |
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When the people of Zion |
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Have finally awoken |
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And said no more walls |
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No more refugees |
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No more keeping people |
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Upon their knees |
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And then the history books |
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Will someday recall |
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Before apartheid was ended |
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They were building a wall |
