Tears

I met a child in Belfast and Derry
The last of a tribe on the American prairie
Down under I saw some old native sons
A Kurdish girl faced by German guns
I saw the tears…
And I saw the tears of the last 100 years
Of wars and oppression
Of wars and oppression
Broken dreams, human fears
In their eyes, in their eyes
Immigrant eyes on a German police station
In this land it’s a normal situation
Escaping from a civil war
To be mistreated by the German law
I saw the tears…