So tomorrow there will be another number

For the one who had a name

A desert wind and a perverse desire to win

History buried in shame





Are those beating drums

Celebration guns

The thunder and the laughter

The last thing they remember



And then the next day

How will you know your enemy

By their colour or your fear

One by one you can cage them

In your freedom

Make them all disappear







Goodnight, sleep light, stranger