Somewhere in space is a planet
full of peaceful beings —
they are boring in our sight
because they live in peace
with one another.
Our stories are about conflict
and the clash of ideas and cultures —
Not much space for peace in our space.
I mean, what kind of fight could you have
when everyone is willing to
live and let live?
It makes you just
want to punch someone in the face,
except that’s no way to live in peace.
Now I get me up from sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die by end of day
I pray the Lord takes me His way
When ghosts walk by on a sunny day,
Do they stop to chat about old Bombay
Or simply banter along the way
While we, left behind, enjoy the day?
And if I die before I sleep,
Will they greet me by the chimney sweep?
I know this song’s not very deep —
I bought the rhymes here on the cheap,
The lyrics hardly make a sound,
And I lie hopeless on the ground,
Hoping one more sleeping hound
Will find just what needs be found.
This is a mostly meaningless poem
I found one day that I took home.
