Give Me Peace, a Long Peace

I will stand tall with the power of King Canute

To crackle at the kicking war machines

To break the winds of riches in false history

That goes down the macabre lines of civilization

Hours of surly feelings never ending

Centuries of poverty lining in disaster of philosophy

All living beings like dead souls

Carrying the stillborn children with no hope to procreate

Creamy creatures of frozen oceans for all living

Breads and butter for a handful, a far cry

Liberty with freedom far too below the poverty line

Capital and violence steady together with the linen clothes

To conquer the colony of empire in feast of fury

As if there will be no end to the steady flow of eternity

Will there be a change of clock

Will there be a silence of the firing guns

When all souls will bury the hatchet

When the lethal days will warm up for the midnight sun

And no one ever will beg mercy for a meal of manna

Give me peace, a signing peace

To sustain the blowing dusts of dying species

And I will cry for the moon once and for all.