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CUSTOMS OFFICERS

They leave their homes not without reason
They are hungry they fear death
Your state is responsible for their misery
And you‘re guilty for saving the border

You call it a job – We call it crime
You call it law – We call you racists

You control everyone who don’t look right
Check their ids which decide on their lives
You send whole families right to their death
If your children ask can you explain‘em that