The moon shines gently on the cities din;

its own special message “I will win!”

Unseen by “the faces on the street”

destiny trampled under their feet.

“Their eyes were dull, their heads were flat, they had no brains at all”.*

Wrapped in their beauty’s thin veneer

their futures lost – they thought so clear

“Don’t look up” ** they’d heard the words

they saw not the heavens or the birds.

Up means more and more and more

be it through peace or be it through war.

and so they ‘lead’ the world today

their masters they will have their way.

So war will be led by petty men

the only question left is “When?”

* The Man from Ironbark – poem by Banjo Paterson

** Don’t Look Up – Wikipedia