The world keeps watch where its jewels are sleeping -

under desert sands , its black heart's beating

the pulsing liquid earth - ours for the taking



But beyond the marked borders , beyond strategic lines

the dust's turning red , the wind's carrying cries

and all around the world the world closed its eyes



A people without land fights for existence

as opposing winds disperse all calls for assistance

Will their annihilation be the price of our silence ?



The only sounds heard are oil-hungry nations'

blood-thirsty threats of immediate action

should the hold on resources ever be threatened



their can be no excuses , no justification

no heads turned away from their situation

the price of our silence will be their annihilation !



Beyond the marked borders , beyond strategic lines

the dust's turning red , the wind's carrying cries

and all around the world the world closes its eyes