A Gun fires in the day
He did not see him come
He gasped his fated final breath
And Death became his home

And then, he reaped, he flew
From Earth to Other world
And then stood before St Christopher
His mighty scroll unfurled

The saint glanced sad with tearful eyes
Let John through to walk God’s grass
“‘Tis a crime against the Lord
To let a Beatle pass.”

He walked to Jesus, sat with him
A fellow and a friend
Ascended brothers side by side
As God watch, round the bend
 
Like Jesus had, God sewed John wings
Stitched with platinum hue
And he laboured with the feathers
To adorn an angel true
 
No bullet shatter Heaven
Too strong and unified
The angel squad can ne’er be killed
John Lennon never died