THOSE VILLAINS ARE DEAD
by
Charles T. McGrath
It makes no difference who you are, it makes no difference
what you are, it makes no difference where you are, we are no longer
separate; those villains are dead.
Eastern philosophies, Western too, no longer universal
even if true. Systems of justice never more different we see, surely none
capable of ruling supreme. Social immunities too many are few, no one way to
share accepted even by you; those villains are dead.
The Earth trembles with expressions of change, but which
course to choose to achieve visions only in dreams? There is a way, everyone
knows, there is a world where everything grows. Yet, to put a finger on it –
is just out of reach; those villains are dead.
Your dreams are mine; mine are yours, each something to give opening
brotherhood’s doors. Gods and idols enough to go around, each placing gifts
under one golden crown. It makes a difference who you are, it makes a
difference what you are, it makes a difference where you are, in PEACE, we
are no longer separate; those villains are dead.