DARK TIMES

 

although in the future 

they'll say these were dark times

although in the future 

they'll say we were violent

although in the future 

they'll say these were dark times

the leaders were deaf 

and their poets were silent

 

although in the future 

they'll say these were dark times

when people with vision 

simply closed their eyes

although in the future 

they'll say these were dark times

the poets were silent 

unless they told lies

 

i'm talking to you always flirting with danger

i'm talking to you titillated by fear

i'm talking to you always flirting with danger

you won't flirt with me you're afraid to come near

i'm talking to you a new wave of voyeurs

a mass of glaucoma and lazy eye

i'm talking to you always flirting with danger

i'm wasting my breath sometimes i don't know why

i'm talking to you but my words fall on deaf ears

maybe it's my words that are deafening

i'm talking to you 'cause i have to do something

and this for the moment is all i can do

 

these were dark times….these were dark times...

 

although i the future 

they'll say these were dark times

they'll be torn between pity and flat disbelief

they'll wonder how we could allow this to happen

the poets were silent and the truth was asleep