Al Stewart

It was a night meeting:
somewhere in a troubled land.
They came with no greeting;
left without a shaken hand.
Nearby the town sleeping
was unaware of what was done.
No need for watchkeeping,
they'll be gone before the sun.
You may not see just where the sense is
in the actions of the State.
You may not know the consequencses
of their actions till too late.
The rival factions still debate
as shadows gather at your gate.
It was a night meeting:
independent, prearranged,