The Sun, the Moon, the Stars
H. W. Bryce
The sun, the moon, the stars align themselves in heaven;
Booze and drugs and bad cigars are indulged upon the earth.
In heaven, choirs of angels sing; on earth, a caco-phony roars.
In heaven peaceful harmony rules; down below the sounds of wars.
Twixt heaven and earth, the twain shall never meet
As long as earthlings each other try so hard to beat.
The sun, the moon, the stars, permanent in their firmament,
Earth crumbles beneath the feet of man, was man really meant?
The sun, it shines on us each and every day,
The moon, it reflects the unsiversal state,
The stars, they twinkle with delight – they are us,
Together, yet alone, co-existing with Father Sun
And Mother Moon – and so shall we children here on earth,
As long as we give peace a chance for our better selves to birth.
