The Man in the High Tower

The Man in the High Tower,
He carries his speech,
To the edge of the balcony,
So his voice finds far-reach.

He declares to the land,
That all is not right,
That all must stand up,
And that all, they must fight.

From the west come the red coats,
With their friends dressed in blue,
They say they will clean us,
So thorough and through.

From the far east the leafs come,
Declaring peace as they pull,
The trigger, so heavy,
Their chambers, so full.

The cold-countries kinship,
So strong is it's bond,
To the ones that wish entry,
To my country, my soldiers, respond!

This desert, so wide, so broad, and so hot,
Saw an end to Alexander,
Watched his corpse as it rot;
This desert, so distant, so far, and so long,
Did end the red world,
Oh how right and how wrong;
This desert, so ancient, so empty, so ours,
Killed off so many,
As if airless like Mars.

The desert, so grand, our land, and our hand,
Helped save this country,
No matter how bland.

To these brand new invaders,
Our people will say,
We'll kick you out,
Just give us a few days;
But first we will get them,
Their very own man,
To help them on in,
Tell them the leader has ran,
But leaves them a note:
"Welcome to Afghanistan."