Across the world people are the same.
Where we live is just a name.
It’s our ideologies that make us unalike.
Surely you can remember the Third Reich?

The world is full of people largely quite tame.
In Central Park or Gorky Park they play a human game.
They’ve been divided and very misguided.
Every persuasion now is completely one-sided.

We want to jog, sunbath and while away the hours.
Maybe just stroll through the park looking at flowers.
And not have to navigate a political maze.
Worried that our heads we mustn’t raise.

We must suit the pattern they have formed for us.
We are compelled to comply and not cause a fuss.
We’ve been cajoled and totally controlled.
If we don’t comply, we’re out in the cold.

Maybe the time has come to make our stance.
Perform our own position defining war dance.
Give them our memo, maybe show through a demo,
That all we want is to say hello, you know.

Across the world people are the same.
Where we live is just a name.
It’s our ideologies that make us unalike.
Surely you can remember the Third Reich?