Blowing In The Wind
© Surazeus
2025 02 15

While standing on the pyramid of truth
to watch events of world history unfold,
I realize that this hour is the end
of the world we have known for eighty years,
and the weird answer we once gave our friend
is now no longer blowing in the wind.

The dove of peace still sails across the sea,
having never once found rest in the sand,
and missiles have been fired to destroy homes
every year since that young prophet cried foul,
for the weird answer we once gave our friend
is now no longer blowing in the wind.

I keep on walking down the signless road
where I have seen things I will never tell,
finding diamonds of truth I cannot sell,
yet still they refuse to call me a man,
since the weird answer we once gave our friend
is now no longer blowing in the wind.

The vast mountain of patriarchal power
may never be smoothed to democracy,
and hard-working people are still not free
for people do not care, though they can see,
so the weird answer we once gave our friend
is now no longer blowing in the wind.

Searching for God, said to dwell in the sky,
I keep looking up for Justice to come,
but then I realize the face I see
is my own, mirrored in how I will act,
for the weird answer we once gave our friend
is now no longer blowing in the wind.

While I have lived on Earth for sixty years
I have heard millions of hurt people cry,
so I have become huge eyes full of tears,
and my ears ring with tales they never tell,
for the weird answer we once gave our friend
is now no longer blowing in the wind.

Walking road of fortune around the Earth,
I recite the name of each human soul
killed in countless wars of national pride
who all follow me to the Promised Land,
since the weird answer we once gave our friend
is now no longer blowing in the wind.

Though the world we have known comes to an end
we support United Nations of Earth
to build new world based on democracy
with liberty and justice for all people,
though the weird answer we once gave our friend
is now no longer blowing in the wind.

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Orpheus strums guitar before the Lincoln Memorial and sings Blowing in the Wind to ghosts of the dead killed in global wars.

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