HIGH LEATHER BOOTS SMASHING GRAVEL ALONG THE WIRE
WEAPONS OF WAR AT THE READY
HELL-HOUNDS AT THEIR SIDE
THE RYTHYM OF THE SEARCHLIGHTS
AND THE STARK TOWERS OVERLOOKING THE MINEFIELDS
MAKE ME AFRAID.....
WILL THEY CATCH US?
WILL THEY FIND IT?
WHOSE LUGGAGE WILL THEY SEARCH?
LINE UP!
NO LAUGHING!
PASSPORTS READY!
IN THE GUARDHOUSE WE WAIT
FEARFUL FOR OUR CONTRABAND
THROUGH AN OPEN DOOR I SEE
THE GLOW AND FLICKER OF A TV
AND ABOVE SLUMBERING BOOTS PROPPED ON A DESK
THE IMAGE OF THE LEADER
GLOWERS BALEFULLY...
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Thats all gone today. My grand Mother left Czech. when the Communists were rising at the turn of the 19th & 20th century. [ THINGS CHANGE ]
i guess something like this happened to my parents, sorry i can't say anymore, my mom's calling me. bye! :D
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