Saturday, 3 September 2011

Promised Land

Thunder rumbles overhead
But this is all man-made
Machines thump and then they bump
And for all of which we've paid

Changes ring out all around
To our little abode
Big differences we all can see
From the grass across the road

Will it bring utopia
Streaming through our front door
Or will it all remain the same
A dull and grinding chore

I hope it is the former
I pray for all our sakes
We all find a new lease of life
A great difference that it makes

The upheaval will continue though
For probably quite some time
But I'll keep you all updated
Through the grit and grime

So stop by occasionally to see
How we have changed our little lives
And say the words with me I implore
That sanity soon arrives

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