A ‘plane is down;
Once contented heads are bowed.
Where the lotos grew there are skulls in the grass.
The experts are in shame, clowns dance in the swamp
And the fool whose heart burns takes in the pleasures of the town.
Now a `plane is down
Inquiry lines are opened up, all concerned are getting counsel
Transcript fees are mounting high — People in the clear scream
At the ones who run for cover but the evidence just sits there,
While the heavens frown.
Monkeys in the sun
Spin a giant wheel of fortune; A man out of place
Stumbles on the rocky road; The Behavior Police
Watch the crippled do battle and their feeble bones rattle
Out a message to none.
Everyone appeared the same;
In charity we condemned, we laughed in ignorance,
In a fit of inspiration men cut a bloody swathe
To defend themselves in terror, attack with a pious vengeance
Those the gods would blame.