Let us join all our voices together,
So they can hear it all over old town.
It does not make our singing much better,
But I would like to see them shoot us down,
For this is the place, and the right moment
For us to declare, “This is our kingdom!”
After our youthful energy in spent,
We will worry about the rest to come:
The night sky brightly burning with rockets,
Making explosions with their collisions,
Deadly shrapnel that their union begets,
Marking the hated countries’ derision.
But why should I bother way over here,
Singing karaoke without a care.
John Collings 