A power line to convey a certain brilliance

A telephone line to carry a voice

A metro line to bring us all downtown

Lines of connection, communication

Not the borders or boundaries

That slice and dice a nation

Divided by the chalk lines

Of disreputable history

Past failures all laid out

As we shrug with absent mystery

Those bodies left behind us

While we amble on ahead

Fearful of the wrong things

From newspapers unread

Before I tell you what to do

Or you try to tell me

Let's all see what's been done

And where we could have been

By knowing what's before us

The path might clear ahead

And focus on new obstacles

Uncharted by the dead

A power line from a gurgling turbine

A telephone line from a quiet room

A metro line from across the city

Maybe we'll all raise our glasses soon

They say across the fence line

The grass is always verdurous

But we're not corralling cattle

Fearing wranglers foul or murderous

When we look out past dividers

We're unsurprised to see

More folks erecting fences

Becoming detainees

Before I worry about you

Or you worry about me

Let's all dwell on ourselves

We're the private enemy

Becoming who we're meant to

Virtuous and creative

We won't dread the different

The strange or unrelated

A power line to convey a certain brilliance

A telephone line to carry a voice

A metro line to bring us all home

To bring us home