The village idiot.

The village idiot has an epiphany
and sees as clear as water flowing down the stream,
just what it is he has become.
He closes all borders,
becomes a tongueless mute and
withdraws into himself like a hermit.

Like a regime hitting its communistic peak,
the idiot rolls out the barbed wire.
Hammering the bolts into the woodwork
just seems like such a good idea.

I am that idiot
I am that tongueless mute
I am the Hermit
I am that regime at its communistic peak
I am the one hammering the bolts into the woodwork
I am that idiot and
I am the one closing all borders.
Let the barbed wire roll into the sunset
Let the idiot walk blindly into the sun
like the idiot he is.