In the early morning she rises
Awoken by an unknown fear
Through the basement window
She sees the red lines appear
Moving through the woods
The Z men are finally here
She watches her brave children
Put them to the spear
Red lines in the snow
Mark the new frontier
It’s time to flee the homeland
And everything she holds dear
Maybe she will make it
To freedom’s belvedere
Away to a place of safety
A far off distant idea
Where a thousand miles away
They face their biggest fear
In the test cassette window
Will the red lines appear?
Stephen A. Roberts
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