Future Perfect

 

One day

the bullets will stop

as all wars will end,

and Children will laugh

as that’s what they do!

 

One day

lovers won’t flinch

a beloved’s return,

and Children will laugh

as that’s what they do!

 

One day

farmers won’t sell land

to buy barren seed,

and Children will laugh

as that’s what they do!

 

One day

the lost will return

with joys untold,

and Children will laugh

as that’s what they do!

 

One day

who I love won’t

eclipse that I love,

and Children will laugh

as that’s what they do!

 

One day

all nations will eat,

all will have plenty

and Children will laugh

as that’s what they do!

 

One day

Earth won’t be raped,

contented we’ll be

and Children will laugh

as that’s what they do!

 

One day

each will have a song,

so I’ll be silent

and Children will laugh

as that’s what they do!

Sh

 

 

They’ve got to die, they’ve got to die

 

They’ve got to die, they’ve got to die

These glaring fears of success.

Shoot ‘em between the eyes,

Never to arise.

 

They’ve got to die, they’ve got to die

These baffling hopes of failure.

Chop of their head

So their blood runs red.

 

They’ve got to die, they’ve got to die

These stifling limbs of fear

Throw them in a fire

And witness their funeral pyre

 

They’ve got to die, they’ve got to die

These surly whispers of confusion

Strangle them quiet,

You might like it, try it

 

They’ve got to die, they’ve got to die

These endless burdens of despair

Squash ‘em flat

So that’s the end of that.

Sh