I still get the bus from the university
I read in the sun
I stop when it's gone
I miss electricity
We can hear dogs in the dark
Terrorising the sheep
And the roar of F16s
It's difficult.

Sparrows and pigeons are nesting in the shack
The bedrooms are gone
We make a bed
With blankets spread on sacks
When we get too tired
Of chasing away the rats
That hide in the rubble holes
Underneath the hessian bags

I just want to do well
And get a degree
I just want to teach
Geography
Home is on the border
What will be will be
the light at the tunnel's end
Is hardly ever seen