The time has come, the papers say
To think of many things.
Of labour and conservative,
Negroes, dope smuggling rings.
Los Angeles and Notting Hill
And all the exiled kings.
The time has come, the papers say
To think of many things.
Of Concorde, Ulster, North Vietnam,
West Bromwich and the syringe,
The balance of Ecology
And whether God has wings.
The time has come, the papers say
To sit and think awhile.
Of if the increased men on Earth
Will still know how to smile.
To think of Space and Deterrents
A light year in a mile.
The time has come – we’ve had enough
Let’s tear the propaganda up.
We know that Hopkins sings,
Of love and life and happiness
And peace with needle stings.
Let us for now fill up the holes
Inside our wedding rings.
© EGB
Unwrapping The World 