Douglas P Stoothoff - Geopolitical Quicksand Lyrics

Give me an abstraction
And I will show you that it's a mistake
A mirage in the desert a trick of the mind that we make
Possession being nine-tenths of the law
Is bound to stick in someone's craw

The terms do well as a matter of course
Until they hit a counter-force
Legalisms tend to pall
When speciousness smacks into a wall

When the tables turn
And the balance shifts
The rules that once seemed solid
Begin to drift

The unruly state of nature
In which nations chart their course
Born of cold calculation
Without compassion or remorse

So we must be wary
And we must be wise
For what we think we safely hold
Can quickly turn to lies