With lines on maps too hard to see,
Some call for less transparency;
The nightmares of an orange clown,
As walls go up the life goes down.
 
Our sisters, brothers, foes, and friends,
Will not escape this ethnic cleanse;
There’ll just be ghosts, no border town,
As walls go up the life goes down.
 
But human loss is just the start,
Of what this dam will tear apart;
The wildlife too will start to drown,
As walls go up the life goes down.
 
The paths they roam will cease to be,
Because of hate and bigotry;
Cloaked in extinction’s deathly gown,
As walls go up the life goes down.
 
By giving in to hate and fear,
We