THE CHERRY MAN

The darkness crept over abysm
The prophet died and he is risen
The nightingale sings of those who kill
The violin play the devil’s trill
The questions asked by the sages
Have echoed throughout the ages
Powers clashing bring the darkest hour
Alas it has come upon us
Our peace it will devour.
The placid cry their bitter tears
Swallowed as war nears
Ineffective is our demonstration
Weakening our deliberation.
Here comes the Cherry Man
Look at what he has in hand
It’s a pound of tea and Cherry Wine.
Literary masters will attempt
To expose the evil and inept
However within this weary land
No one seems to understand
The dangers of a passive stance
Their propaganda will advance
Help us to fathom the dimension
Of Big Brother’s true intention
Here comes the Cherry Man
Look at what he has in hand
It’s a pound of tea and Cherry Wine.
Inner tribulations rise
In the depths of children’s eyes
We must adhere to their desires
Their lifelong wishes must transpire
Their inheritance is our care
Passed on for them to share.
They have come from the stars
Their freedom knows no bars.
Here comes the Cherry Man
Look at what he has in hand
It’s a pound of tea and Cherry Wine.
Primal visions of utter truth
We have carried since our youth
Bringing us our validity
With our thoughts and agility
Help us cure this human race
From its ultimate disgrace
Immune from abstruse connections
Aware of our chosen direction.
Here comes the Cherry Man
Look at what he has in hand
It’s a pound of tea and Cherry Wine.