SUNDAY MUSING: Too Soon to Say
'Will the arc of our story like the rainbow bend... Back on the intended road to sorrow’s end...'
On tiptoes you peer over your fence
Wondering if you’ll get your recompense
Summer’s come and so’s the monsoon rain
But we still don’t seem to have been forgiven.
Will the arc of our story like the rainbow bend
Back on the intended road to sorrow’s end
Only to resume the treacherous journey
Which has led us to this misery.
Thousands have died for a lousy buck
And saviours dragged through the muck
You ask if everything will be okay
All I can say is it’s too soon to say.
You’ve seen nature, in rebellion, rock and roll
You’ve seen its bad touch taken its toll
You wonder if this is a war we’ll never win
Methinks the battle’s not out there but deep within.
For too long we’ve lived like we owned it
Now it looks like we’ve finally lost it
Like a drunk lurching sideways in the alley
Like a slave galley floundering at high sea.
We once were set on star-borne destiny
Now we’re drowning on our knees
Is it time then to gather in the twos
Before the tightening up of screws.