The other night, a firefight bursts of sewing machine gun fire From your postition Barricaded behind the piano I return with small arms Stuttered shots from typewriter keys And yet in the silence Between the volley The hearts of weary camps Sing to each other: "However faintly As we each seek to claim Disputed territory" The us beneath the other (x4) The us beneath the other Which is rich In natural resources (x3)