"times they are a-changin
so don't block up the hall
there's a battle outside
and it is ragin'."
Bob Dylan
(c) 1963

Golden Breeze

he was healed
by the angel watching over him
she played the golden harp

he pulled his music from the air
as it wafted, breezily, melodically truthful
he heard "the times are a-changin"
and "a hard rains a-gonna fall"
but "it's alright, Ma, (I'm only bleeding)"

so someone needs step up a bit
to change this mess we're in
otherwise we'll explode ourselves
calling it the nuclear impediment

poets will hurry to express themselves
musicians will hurry to write a universal melody
artists will hurry to paint their masterpiece

the feds will hurry and print holler bills
to pay off those screaming idiots
that built those bombs and sh*t

we'll put em all up on our mantles
and take down the shelves
of "help yourself get better" books

and the angel with the golden harp
will continue to play

You listen
and I'll just comment

(c) Dale Clark