
The Sun is black in foggy London, warm rays against my face
the winds are silent in the hurricane, diminishing the human race.
The prophecies of destruction are awakening my awareness by the day.
As men and women travel on, looking for a place to stay.
The Atom Bomb echoes for our children to hear.,
As they stand in false strength men collapse in their fear.
Vietnam repeats its legacy of wars to come
As our children stand, listening to the pounding of death’s drum.
The Sun is black in foggy London, and the wind is chilled against my cheek.
I realize at the fast destruction, how denial does not strengthen the weak.
Our children, we have betrayed by our egos and pride.
Because of war, we have abandoned our future, our hope we have denied.

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