We always seem to become cold and blue,

No matter what we do,

It’s not the weather, it’s a state of mind,

It seems to be a problem, of the human kind,

We are fickle, and disbelieving,

Never understanding what we are seeing,

Our minds are feeble and easily led,

Taking to heart everything that is said,

Things that are said with a good intention,

Generally end up with a lot of dissention,

It’s not a problem that has evolved of late,

It’s been bred into us, it is the feeling of hate,

Don’t blame the parents, it’s not their crime,

This has been with us since the dawn of time,

The hippies in the sixties tried to change the trend,

We still have not rounded the bend,

Make love, not war, was the catch cry,

All we could ask was why?

But we need harmony, we need love,

We need the symbol of peace, the white dove,

We need Rock and Roll, we need heavy metal,

We need love and we need the flower petal,

What we don’t need is hatred and the urge to kill,

What’s wrong with harmony and good will,

This is what we really need to see,

To be happy, healthy and problem free.

 

Steve Corke

1997

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