World War III, relapse
memories of a cold war kid.
I heard about World War three right about 1963.
Had nightmares ever sense it seems,
The only one left after the war was me.
I never go a month without 2 or 3 of these same dreams.
I’m walking around, with this fear, someone’s was chasing me.
I turn around, it’s dark and gray, and nobody is there to see.
Now it’s 60 years later, in 2023, then last night I had that dream,
Things have changed a good bit, but it’s still World War III.
This time, the one who started the war was me,
For I’m now considered a Domestic terrorist, you see.
I had these A-bombs that fit in my hand like a hand grenade,
And I’s throwing them around the Walmart parking, lot down the street.
Good place to start World War III
There must have been a long fuse, ‘cause I could walk away, to continue my dream.
I walked through malls and neighborhoods, looking to see,
how folks were acting’, in World War III
They seemed occupied with everything else but me.
The news started coming over the TV, with a news reader, standing right there,
Explosions were everywhere, he just kept talking, and never turned green.
Most folks didn’t seem to care, even though the newsman was just down the street.
He had horns on his head,
And I’m sure he was dead.
It was my dream.
Why is it, every time we have good news, something really bad happens the very next day.
The good news is somebody shows up, to save people from dying,
The bad news, is more folks dying.
Then the good news, sends me a bill, to thank him for the good news.
For sixty years, it’s Deja Vu all over again.
I must not be doing enough, to stop this train headin’ to World War Three.
If I stand in it’s way, do you think it will stop for me?
The conductor has more money in his pocket, than I’ll ever see.
Maybe I can make the six o’clock news, with a warning caption.
“This video has graphic images, you most surely want to see.”
That is what the caption is for, somebody else dying,
And it’s not you, but me.
This was inspired by a song I heard in 1963,