Territories

Rush - Power Windows, Track 5
Lyrics by Neil Peart © 1985
I see the middle kingdom
Between heaven and Earth
Like the Chinese call the country of their birth
We all figure that our homes are set above
Other people than the ones we know and love

In every place with a name
They play the same territorial game
Hiding behind the lines,
Sending up warning signs

 We see so many tribes overrun and undermined
While their invaders dream
Of the lands they left behind
Better people, better food, better...beer?
Why move around the world if Eden was so near?

Bosses get talking so tough
And if that wasn't evil enough
We get the drunken and the passionate pride
Of the citizens along for the ride

 They shoot without shame
In the name of a piece of dirt
For a change of accent
Or the colour of your shirt

Better the pride that resides
In a citizen of the World
Than the pride that divides
When a colourful rag is unfurled

A whole wide world, an endless Universe
Yet we keep looking through the eyeglass in reverse
We don't feed the people, but we feed the machines
We can't really feel what International means
In different circles we keep holding our ground
Indifferent circles, we keep spinning round and round and round

it seems to me that this is SO appropriate given the state of the world.

--*greywolf;