Emergency
Fly away, fly away,
Fly towards the Sun.
Bring to Earth that mystery,
Hasten you must run.
No time this time to talk it out,
No time this time to muse.
Adam's sons are losing faith
And there is much to lose.
Internally, externally
Both his paths are blocked.
The grand design divinely planned
By the fallen will be mocked.
So fly away, fly away
To where time and place are lost,
Else that which fled before the light
Fills Earth with permafrost.
And all advantage thus far gained
Exchanged for evil plight.
Then fierce pains of deep despair
Will seem like endless night.
Heroic once, now heir to pain
By forces ill defined,
Enslaved by his technology
A new G-d he's enshrined.
So fly away, fly away
And save the hominid,
Expose its mind to that mystery
And treasures better hid.
Bring back the gold of old repute,
Bring back the sacred flame.
It will outshine that darker light
And reveal to man his name.
~~~
British Bill © 1992
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