The Cynic
could it be the world's not half as dark
as fear would have it seem
for all we know it may be only-
the invention of a dream
i ask you is it fair to say-
that things will never change
nor wise indeed to theorize
that our fate is prearranged
perhaps accord will soon afford -
the earth to live in peace
when sword turns into plowshare
and all the wars will cease
and so mankind will have a mind-
to give good sense a try
yeah right,good luck with that-
when pigs learn how to fly!
Copyright © Rob Metcalf | Year Posted 2011
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