Random Blues: (The North-South Blues)

The North cannot hear
What the South is saying
Alas, the South can not hear
What the North is saying
They puff and puff and prattle
Like two crazy children playing
One says to the other:
‘Can’t you see I am your elder?’
Hunun, one says to the other:
‘Can’t you see I am your elder?’
And they look like two pieces of metal
Yoked together by a prentice welder
The North boasts its peppers and onions
The South crows about its yams
Yes, North boasts its peppers and onions
The South crows about its yams
But neither seems to know or care
About possibility of Ileya without its rams
We are hemmed in by the walls we build
With mimic mortar and phantom bricks
Alas, we are hemmed in by the walls we build
With mimic mortar and phantom bricks
Victims of a map by the agents of severance
And their never-ending bag of tricks
Our national house is large enough
For North and South and East and West
Yes, our national house is large enough
For North and South and East and West
But we bicker and brawl like brainless brats
And deny the country our level best