I need you I look for you I call for you
Where are you when will you talk to me
I heard that the mongol hordes killed all
who did not submit. I heard they executed
five percent of the world’s population
Then I heard it was more like ten percent
But then again there were a lot less people in the world then
and they did some good things too
I heard that people are naturally evil
and that’s why they swagger and leer about
I heard they’ll rape and pillage you if they can
That’s what they say, the bodies, babes, bastards
I hear that what we have here and now is a miracle
This beautiful lull in the all-pervading violence
Just a mass-shooting a week to let out a little spleen
here and there
What a deal!
Please talk to me please tell me
it’s not too late
to seek a newer world, a better one, one where kindness thrives
Please tell me we’ll walk together the road to freedom
Please tell me
the age of the conquerors is leaving us
and now we’ll floating waltz on apolitical serve-the-community bureaucracy and situational 30-minutes-to-safe-and-sound comedies
Tell me war is slipping away like a victim of dementia, forgetting what it thought it was while subtly realizing life goes on without it.
Tell me we can and will gently, and without having to close the coffee shops and their eclectic and stretch-you-but-not-too-much playlists, do what’s best for everyone.
Tell me you’ll be my girl and we’ll be safe and thrive in a world more interested in joyful shared creation than the way a gutted man’s wife and farm belong to the one jerking the blade up, through the entrails, to the lung cavity.
Some kids we kill and some we keep, depending on age, gender, whim.
Tell me you’ll be my girl and it’ll be nice for us —
sharing a life both fun and wholesome
Talk to me, if you would please
I want to hear what’s on your mind in your heart beneath your smile shining so bright