Turbulence Ahead

A Dancer in the Fire


A civil war erupts within
I am being torn in two
I am on the other side of the door,
In a long and dark corridor

On the wrong side of the Berlin Wall
Armies march inside of me
Soldiers I cannot see
One side adopts a scorched earth policy

Slowly destroying my body
Not with bombs but with razor blades
They are leaving their mark
Elaborate patterns on the flesh

This is when they occupy me
I have simply ceased to be
I am no longer a country
I am occupied territory.


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