The Cherry Pickers

I had a strange thought

I don’t know what you were taught

I was brought up in a different mind ..

We drank the nectar sipped the tea,

I took the old world roaming with me

Words were somewhat rarer then

Intent was sometimes true

But we were all obsessed with everything

They’d told us not to do

The Cherry Pickers don’t come alone

They bring soldiers down a country road

You’ll see the smoke first and then the flame

It’s altered history under any other name

Goodbye is almost easy now

Welcome almost cold

Looming like a glacier

Stretching out, threatening, to unfold

I had a dark dream,

Some place I’d never seen

Walking backwards on a marble floor

The people silent

A single man, crawled towards us

On his iron hands

They got your neighbours

They’ll get your friend

They kill the humour, and in the end

They stop the music, they stop the Art

They take a bright world and make it dark