Such grand paranoia
Putting up tall fences
Fear sold as freedom
Digging deep ditches
Sleeping with one eye open
Carving out steeply walled trenches
All the replete security in the world
Tsunamis will still wash away our present fears
Earthquakes shall smash away our pleasant world
Seeking more high ground
Speaking about hope
Those hopes that we don't crash
Dreams that prayers have found
Shiny steel razor wire
Slicing the planet into theirs and ours
What truth can be found in lies
Land mines defend borders
All those lions and tigers
Hungry demons prowl the earth
Tall ramparts and deeper moats
Thicker walls depending on our sickest dreams
All this creeping paranoia
So many nightmares it seems
Where will we be
When the sun rises
On the new world
Perhaps a better world
Perchance one with more difficult surprises