I must
buy whatever tinned food is left on the shelves
They
are testing the air raid sirens
They've
filled up the blood banks and emptied the beds
At the
hospital and the asylum
I saw
a man build a shelter in his garden today
As we
stood there idly chatting
He said
"no, no I don't think war will come"
Yet
still he carried on digging
Everything
in my life that I love
Could
be swept away without warning
Yet
the birds still sing and the church bells ring
And
the sun came up this morning
Life
goes on as it did before
As the
country drifts slowly to war
Marco Giunco |
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