If the world was really milk and honey,
If the moon were really made of cheese,
If the skies were always clear and sunny,
Maybe then we would all be free.

As for now despite our good intentions
And despite attempts to make it right,
Somehow we’ve still managed condescension
And our small troubles became the planet’s plight.

If we maybe banded all together,
If we really tried, perhaps we might
Find some way to discover whether
It’s still possible to terminate this fight.

10/14/2000

Posted on 09/25/2001
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