The Box - John Denver

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  1. mike25

    mike25 Well-Known Member

    Once upon a time in the land of hushabye
    Around about the wondrous days of yaw
    I came across a sort of box
    Bound up with chains and locked with locks
    And labelled kindly do not touch, its war

    Decree was issued round about
    All with a flourish and a shout
    And a gaily coloured mascot tripping lightly on before
    Dont fiddle with this deadly box or break the chains or pick the locks
    And please, dont ever play about with war

    Well, the children understood
    Children happen to be good
    They were just as good around the time of yaw
    They didnt try to pick the locks, or break into that deadly box
    They never tried to play about with war

    Mummies didnt either
    Sisters, aunts, grannies neither
    Cause they were quiet and sweet and pretty in those wondrous days of yaw
    Well, very much the same as now, not the ones to blame somehow
    For opening up that deadly box of war

    But someone did
    Someone battered in the lid
    And spilled the insides out across the floor
    A sort of bouncy, bumpy ball made up of guns and flags and all the tears and horror and the death that goes with war

    It bounced right out
    And went bashing all about
    And bumping into everything and stored
    And what was sad and most unfair is that it didnt seem to care who much it bumped
    Or why, or what, or for

    It bumped the children mainly
    And Ill tell you this quite plainly
    It bumps them every day, and more and more, and leaves them dead and burned and dying
    Thousands of them sick and crying
    Cause when it bumps, its really very sore

    Now theres a way to stop the ball
    It isnt difficult at all
    All it takes is wisdom, I'm absolutely sure that we could get it back into the box
    And bind the chains and lock the locks
    No one seems to want to save the children any more

    Well, thats the way it all appears
    Cause its been bouncing round for years and years
    In spite of all the wisdom wiz since those wondrous days of yaw
    And the time they came across the box
    Bound up with chains and locked with locks
    And labelled kindly do not touch, its war.
     
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  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I've never heard of this one of his works! Astounding and so true.:sad:

    Thanks for sharing.

    least
     
  3. mike25

    mike25 Well-Known Member

    Thanks for taking the time to read it least.
     
  4. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I shall give a copy of the words to my mother - she's a big John Denver fan.:smile:
     
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