Dntel

Natural resources

Dntel
The other night, a firefight
bursts of sewing machine gun fire
From your postition
Barricaded behind the piano

I return with small arms
Stuttered shots from typewriter keys

And yet in the silence
Between the volley
The hearts of weary camps
Sing to each other:

"However faintly
As we each seek to claim
Disputed territory"

The us beneath the other (x4)

The us beneath the other
Which is rich
In natural resources (x3)

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