It’s ok to feel superior
To
foreigners and heretics
As
poisoning play’s little part
It’s ok to feel superior
To
foreigners and heretics
As
poisoning play’s little part
Are you wearing a policeman’s hat?
And you don’t get fed up with that
When they ask about your bobby’s hat
“Does your head reach the top of that?”
Blow wind, blow
And go, mill, go
I heard the miller cry
But I don’t know why
He needs wind to grind
He’s clearly lost his mind
I know he has corn
To grind before dawn
And I know it’s hectic
But the Mill is electric
So, he should know
If the wind did blow
The sails would be still
And it won’t turn the mill
When I saw the famine victims of Ethiopia
I
said I felt no sympathy for their plight
Flies
busy around eyes nose and mouth
I
said I felt nothing certainly not contrite
Why
did they still have babes at the breast?
Making
babies after four years of famine
They
could make babies but not find food
Suffering
in ways I could not imagine
I
refused to be affected by the images
When
I saw aids sufferers on television
I
was Angry at the emotional blackmail
I
said that my heart felt no compassion
When
I saw the famine victims of Ethiopia
I
said I felt no sympathy for their plight
Flies
busy around eyes nose and mouth
I
said I felt nothing certainly not contrite
Why
did they still have babes at the breast?
Making
babies with lesions on the skin
They
could make babies despite illness
Suffering
in ways I could not imagine
I
refused to be affected by the images
When
I saw aids sufferers on television
I
was Angry at the emotional blackmail
I
said that my heart felt no compassion
When
I see the suffering in the world
I
feel helplessness for their awful plight
Flies
busy around eyes nose and mouth
Because
they had no strength left to fight
Of
course, they still had babes at the breast
Because
making babies is just life continuing
They
could still make babies despite all
Suffering
in ways beyond my imagining
It’s
impossible not to be affected by images
When
I see the suffering on television
Despite
the cruel emotional blackmail
Of
course, my heart feels compassion
Why do people point to their wrists?
When asking for time checks
But they don't point to their crotch
Love is one long sweet
Period
of dreaming
And
marriage
A coward is nothing
But
a hero merely
With
a wife, kids
And
a mortgage clearly