Last Call For Mrs Love and Mr Freedom
Are they ghosts inside the radio
just a beggars song living on the street
an echo within an echo
all the songs of love and peace
All the poets and the songsters
the authors freedom written in their pen
humanities wish tapped out on typewriters
to be sensed but ever missing, over and over again
How many years and how many verses
how many seers from the human heart
etch the voice of us all in a question
screamed in tirades and in whispers
When will be the rights of freedom
what of all the promises of peace
if and when and where do they begin
and where is the love
Are they just phantoms haunting the music
just a hippies salt within the tears
a super tramps diary for all the misfits
and does anybody hear
All the writers and composers
their decenniums pages sown in the wind
the lost pamphlets of prophets and saviors
all the words of love and peace
How many years and how many sentences
utter the calls of liberties cry
how much is written in so many languages
how much more time and how many more centuries have to go by
When will there be the rights of freedom
and what of all those promises of peace
if and when and where do they begin for our children
and where is the love
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