Rainbows and pots of gold
Silver bangles and diamonds
Are only for kings and queens
of old
Sun bursts through morning mist
Pink clouds over meadows green
I refuse to eat their babble beans
The truth is hard to glean
Hope has become a dream
Desert flower's colors abloom
Snow topped mountains eerie loom
Stiff winds blow and evil rumors
continue to grow
Oceans flow across a world sick and cold
everything dies and most wonder why
Skies turn dark as unconcerned old men
sit feeding spotted pigeons in the city park
On the horizon the moon mellow rises
Fireflies shimmer and glow…
Still for children high and low
But now tell me for whom do
the bells toll
Bah Bah black sheep and one damn ram
all the king's men were killed in the
stampede in the war where no one
gave a damn
White tombstones all neat in a row
How many more row after row
What will be… will be
Even though some have not yet
come down from that proverbial
Tree
Time is so dear everyone has an eye
in tear the end is near cry not out of fear
Don't ask why…it's up to you and
I therefore simply yours to do or die
It is sad …but you and I know the
whole world has gone damn well
mad!
