The world keeps watch where its jewels are sleeping -  under desert sands , its black heart's beating  the pulsing liquid earth - ours for the taking    But beyond the marked borders , beyond strategic lines  the dust's turning red , the wind's carrying cries  and all around the world the world closed its eyes  A people without land fights for existence  as opposing winds disperse all calls for assistance  Will their annihilation be the price of our silence ?  The only sounds heard are oil-hungry nations'  blood-thirsty threats of immediate action  should the hold on resources ever be threatened    their can be no excuses , no justification  no heads turned away from their situation  the price of our silence will be their annihilation !  Beyond the marked borders , beyond strategic lines  the dust's turning red , the wind's carrying cries  and all around the world the world closes its eyes.