They said it's going rain again.
A sky full up with ****** downed raindrops.
Acidic, all full up with war.
Eastern,
Western
And they're all wearing tin hats.
Their hats be beat with wooden spoons.
Complexity of situations.
Clasp hands real tight
Dreams of friendships between nations.
Regardless of religious rifts.
A cautionary tale,
From the grounded whale
She who can change nothing
Our world in need of communication.
And just a touch of soothing.
Let us drift in to a sleep,
From where tomorrow always comes.
(c)LIVVI