(Written during one of the worst parts of the Cold War) Its sort of the opposite of a war protest song. I understood the dangers of communism and enforced Atheism and wanted the Soviet Union Stopped Vietnam war, or not.
America is a rainbow flower That grows wild hues in the Morning Sun Oh let us even dare to grow
When blood red nuclear night has come! Let us sink our cities deep And let our Free Minds wander high! Lest our Children hungry weep! Let us send our warships surging through the sky!
Let not our minds be leashed With the ease of softness born in Spring! Let us shudder at cruel winter's cold Even when the Robins sing! Let us grow our tough fur thick And our snarling sharp teeth long And let our Nation's peaceful sigh Learn to be a Warrior's song. For the enemy knows of rainbows none Though even a snarling Lion can lick With love the cold Cub at its feet
And nurse to power the Hopeful Sick. The enemy knows no Songs of Love: The enemy knows but songs of death! It knows but how to lick its Cubs With the cold Snow Tiger's breath!
If we should let our Gentleness Grow To the point where only softness lies Sweet as Violets crushed by boots
Under our blue but savage skies! Then we will learn of the powers of death
When they are linked with slavery's chain!
And we who walked the Earth as gods Will feel the sting of bonds again! Let us not be too peaceful, Child! Many a Mother sits and mourns! Many a gentle Flower's been crushed Because it simply had no thorns!
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 6:15 PM UTC
(Written during one of the worst parts of the Cold War) Its sort of the opposite of a war protest song. I understood the dangers of communism and enforced Atheism and wanted the Soviet Union Stopped Vietnam war, or not.
America is a rainbow flower That grows wild hues in the Morning Sun Oh let us even dare to grow
When blood red nuclear night has come! Let us sink our cities deep And let our Free Minds wander high! Lest our Children hungry weep! Let us send our warships surging through the sky!
Let not our minds be leashed With the ease of softness born in Spring! Let us shudder at cruel winter's cold Even when the Robins sing! Let us grow our tough fur thick And our snarling sharp teeth long And let our Nation's peaceful sigh Learn to be a Warrior's song. For the enemy knows of rainbows none Though even a snarling Lion can lick With love the cold Cub at its feet
And nurse to power the Hopeful Sick. The enemy knows no Songs of Love: The enemy knows but songs of death! It knows but how to lick its Cubs With the cold Snow Tiger's breath!
If we should let our Gentleness Grow To the point where only softness lies Sweet as Violets crushed by boots
Under our blue but savage skies! Then we will learn of the powers of death
When they are linked with slavery's chain!
And we who walked the Earth as gods Will feel the sting of bonds again! Let us not be too peaceful, Child! Many a Mother sits and mourns! Many a gentle Flower's been crushed Because it simply had no thorns!