I Find Your Subjects Boring

I find your subjects boring your conversations seem so dull Of politics, religion and nationalism I've had a bellyfull The World only divided by human created borders in reality 'tis all of the one crust We were born of a woman and we decay to dust Your Country not your Country you were just born there And everyone who is born to life has to be from somewhere Those who talk of my Country have surely got it wrong Any Country to any one race ought to not rightfully belong Enough of politics, religion, patriotism and nationalism these things only divide For God and love of their National flag far too many have died Your subjects as well as boring are provocative that's how 'twould seem to me You sure are doing your own bit for World disharmony That the World is of one crust you don't seem to understand And since we are mortals born to die we are owned by the land