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Build the walls high, so we can’t see

Their suffering don’t concern you and me

From wars we start they try to escape

Wars made by our need to change their maps shape

So close the gate, let in no one

Of those who know what we have done

For their suffering we most not pay

So close your ears, and don’t hear what they pray

Don’t they feel pain, or are afraid, in the same way as we?

How can you decide that some should be slaves and some should live free?

Different skin, different beliefs don’t matter in the end!

So how can you justify that to their death you them back send?

They’ve traveled far to stand at our gate

Begging for a chance to change their fate

Oppressed and abused, but we don’t want to know

No place in our heaven for their sorrow

So we’ll do what we can to keep shut the door

And separate ourselves from the worlds poor

We can’t let them in, though they’re rather few

And we could afford it, you know it is true!

I will not take this, I’ve seen too much: here this will end

I won’t stand idle when back to hell children they send

Break down the walls: we never needed walls anyway

Cold hearts shall not dictate who shall be let to stay!