Anne Clark Nida song lyrics

The world keeps watch where its jewels are sleeping -

under desert sands, its black heart's beating

the pulsing liquid earth - ours for the taking

But beyond the marked borders, beyond strategic lines

the dust's turning red, the wind's carrying cries

and all around the world the world closes its eyes

A people without land fights for existence

as opposing winds disperse all calls for assistance

Will their annihilation be the price of our silence?

The only sounds heard are oil-hungry nations'

blood-thirsty threats of immediate action

should the hold on resources ever be threatened

There can be no excuses, no justification

no heads turned away from their situation

the price of our silence will be their annihilation!

Beyond the marked borders, beyond strategic lines

the dust's turning red, the wind's carrying cries

and all around the world the world closes its eyes.