they say that the rail divides us
separating the glossy from the dodgy
barbwire streamers on our side
Babylon gardens on their side
they say that the rail divides us
separating the factories from the boulevards
customer service on their side
able bodied guards on our side
they say the rail divides us
that the train leaves for the golden city
unable to pay, what a pity. feel the iniquity
a bridge connects us
but the littered path knows no feet
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