The Borders of This Land

The breeze blows colder at this Sunday seaside lunch
 By the boat you legally acquired
 Our little museum in the North is in decline
 You predict the East will rise again
 When you are lowered into the ground
 Your friends will set up a memorial fund
 Supporting all the boys who
 Dedicate their lives
 To our common end
 I avert my eyes
 I stare at the sea
 The founding fathers will not leave us be
 Another gruesome wartime anecdote is told
 Those beady eyes, what do they want?
 My attempt to pay for mine is kept back with a grin
 'Cause we can never pay enough
 When you are lowered into the ground
 Your friends will set up a memorial fund
 Then give it to the boys who
 Sacrifice their lives
 They, our national pride
 I avert my eyes
 I stare at the sea
 The founding fathers abusing you and me
 I'm so thin
 I'm of no help at all
 But you say every little child must find its place
 I let the wind embrace me
 Pacify my mind
 And when I close my eyes
 No one knows just what I see
 And no one can take this view away from me