Tomppa67 Poetry (4)

Oh my god
There's millions of them!

I've seen a fire start in Frisco
The day that the earth quaked
I've seen buildings a-blazing
Throwing up in flames

I heard men, women and children
Crying out to their God for mercy
But their God didn't listen
So they were burned alive

They went down, down, deep underground
In the great disaster

I was hanging out in Berlin
In the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty nine
I've seen Hitler's storm troopers
March right across the Maginot Line

I've seen two world wars
I've seen men send rockets out into space
I foresee a holocaust
An angel of death descending to destroy the human race

Down, down, deep undergound
A great disaster

In the sixteenth century there was a French philosopher
By the name of Nostradamus
Who prophesised that in the late twentieth century
An angel of death shall waste this land

A holocaust the likes of which
This planet had never seen
Now, I ask you
Do you believe this to be true?

I was standing by the bedside
The night that my father died
He was crying out in pain
To his God he said, "Have mercy, mercy!"

His body was riddled with a disease
Unknown to man so he expected no cure
But before he died that night
He was lost, insane

He went down, down, deep underground
A great disaster

You'll go down, down, deep underground
A great disaster

The dream was not a vision
Or some premonition like we were told
It was no figment of the imagination
To prove that we could be bought or sold

The doctor of the diamond run
Could be revealed to the intelligent
But this is what i resent
Who cares for the ignorant, the intelligent
The cynics approach was must be
Who cares for anything in this whole wide world
Except me

And this opinion must not confuse the issue
My appearance, my condition, or state of delivery
I am stating the obvious
This is a protest
There must me a collusion
This is no Shakespearean speech
This is a statement
Made by one who can not practice what he preaches

The statue of liberty
Has engraved on it's wall
Give me your poor, give me your needy
Give me them all
We need something like this
For this world to coexist
It would be so easy
To act so pretentious
To act as if it was democracy
To act condescending
When in fact it's the world we're mending
And that's why i can't relax
Cause inside my coat it's a pistol that i pack
We must beware of a surprise nuclear attack
We must be ready to strike back
I'm not pretending
Our defenses, they need mending
We must leave those standing
Forget the third world is ending
Is starving, is crying
Is desolate, it's oh so late

I would dearly love to return
Through a mirror in twenty years
And learn what the future has in store for us
And if i learned that we lost
And there was no hope
For those that think
I would turn to drink
And drink is drugs
And drugs would help me sink
And like of boat, I'd float
I sail out to the sky
To the universe and back
Maybe to give it another try
I don't know why, why jack
Just to go further and farther
Just to learn, just to be nearer

Poems of Kalevala