There's a line in the sand drawn in dark distant lands, where the guts and the glory and fine marching bands will all die in the dust and play into their hands, till they all say, NO! Those invisible walls across seas oh so wide are not worth all the tears in the storms where they hide and the sailors and captains should close the divide and should all say, NO! Then the skies overhead drawn with lines of deceit, like the cracks in the path beneath cold marching feet, but the soldiers and victims should stand in the streets and should all say, NO! Let the bullets and bombs from our very own guns, never fall on the graves of our fathers and sons, let us all walk together to where it began and we'll all say, NO! All the fortunes and futures within corrupt hands, as they roll out the dice and decide and demand that the power and glory is theirs to command, we must all say, NO! The dark and the deep fear of what is unknown is the harvest we reap from the seeds they have sown, for they govern our lives more than anyone knows, we must all say, NO! Will our children be raised in a world of elites, where they search through the rubble for something to eat, will we then bow our heads in dejected defeat, we must all say, NO! Will we cower and hide from the one's who impart all the laws and the lies that leave lives torn apart, or we all stand as one and raise hell with our hearts as we all say, NO! All the pimps and the whores in their halls upon high, with their airs and their graces will start with surprise as they look upon unity in all they despise, when we all say, NO! Just a short simple word with such power to wield but it leaves no more doubt about how we all feel, we must rise up united in townships and fields and just all say, NO! * Written by Darren Scanlon, 14th October 2015. Revised by Darren Scanlon, 16th August 2016. © 2016 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.