The charming young man,
with fear of posing his best one

puts his proposal to her upon a sheet of paper
she mistakenly set ablaze, now called a burning question



she’ll be needing something borrowed,
something blue

but let’s face it, dear,
it’s not me, it’s you



what a world it’s become
what a world, what a year

when the deaf and the blind
have to play it by ear



the deadline is approaching, the news
waits for no man, no time for retraction

the followers of your smoke break
is what the hell I call a chain reaction



a Private named Caution is thrown to the wind
and soldiers store their bitten bullets by the hoards

as bullies on the playground add insult to injury
returning victims to their drawing boards



heroes will know fame and glory
and common men fight for their cause

whilst guns and muskets
shoot out rounds of applause




these fools rush in
and still they try to lure our daughters and sons

these trainers and thieves
known as pros and cons



in barnyards, foul play
upon pages, reason and rhyme

girls, step lively, would you, with a flair for the dramatic
boys, hop to, please, just in the nick of time



so, in a nutshell,
leave no stone unturned

no lives shattered,
no bridges burned



the sun,
it dawned on me

and in the blink of an eye, it set me up
rising and falling, never to be free



are we any further
in finding the answers we sought

come in, won’t you; please sit down
may I offer some food for thought?