You were blockading your trade in distraint
You were caught in a cauldron of bans
You felt paralyzed and victimized
You countered your sanctions with demands
While you were towing your line on the borders
Engulfed in fear of the north
Beyond your ports for imports lay
Like empty hands do when stretched forth
To be subject to such an embargo
No oil, no food or arms
There will be no safety in numbers
When you call to sound the alarms
Soon to see the days blighted by darkness
Grounded in a state of isolation
On the fast track to full compliance
While the ivy grows over the nation
So you open the door to your enemies
And ask to wipe the slate clean
But they reaffirmed their stance with the blockade
Your amendments just can’t be seen
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