Captive

Stop! Can I have your papers please?
Don't talk... get off you knees;
you're not supposed to be here,
this late at night, read the sign, get out of my sight,
if I ever see you again I won't hesitate to shoot,
behind the barb wire, don't withhold the truth;
where man are kept against their will,
in front of the wall, we aim to kill,
when food is scarce with guards to fear,
but the women, wept,
no one could hear.