DMZ

The sounds of over there is ‘them’ and here is ‘us’
Ghosts hear as if they were the honoring of some sacred act
Bought with war and deaths – so many on both sides
In a conflict fought for ‘freedom’ on native ground
The drawn red line that cuts through their country’s heart
Stings a boundary sliced with a music’s native blood
Those strangers’ orders commanding how they’d go
With only stuttered input to voice the dividing say
This is the history of a fought and never ceasing war 
Disruption still in this land of morning calm
That once was a single nation bound by blood
Then brother killing brother killing father killing son
That push of hosted murders forever haunting them
With silent prayers these spirits mourn their violated home