the holy bible says

those are not things about which we might care

none bothers now even to lift the mask

the greatest blessing's for the debonair

the winner will not halt nor even fear

will drink most deeply from the open cask

those are not things about which we might care

instead we'll urge the loser to despair

and tell them to sip hemlock from the flask

the greatest blessing's for the debonair

it does not matter what scent's on the air

we have no time to let the foolish bask

those are not things about which we might care

only the wealthy should have time to spare

or take the time to rest from heavy task

the greatest blessing's for the debonair

no one's entitled to an equal share

only the stupid even dare to ask

those are not things about which we might care

the greatest blessing's for the debonair

again the solstice

 

tonight we watch the rising summer stars
spring ends in glory and no flower fades
but there is silence where we want cascades

in the far distance we know there are wars
and the poor wounded must have their parades
tonight we watch the rising summer stars

the victors pass by happy in their cars
they will not listen to the speaking shades
a pleasing odour the long day pervades

tonight we watch the rising summer stars

the arguments of princes

this is the time when words fall thick and flat
onto the boards and we are fed with hate
until it seems that time itself is late
and anger knows full well that soon combat
must happen here not as a simple spat
the sort of thing that children might create
but a full fledged artillery debate
the armies have to meet and that is that
those who expect that peace comes from good art
learn from our actions that when bullets fly
it never matters what the cause or reason
there's a false worm within each human heart
that gets its purpose from each deadly lie
and feeds on blood that is always in season