The children cried with dreams
In their hands and the farmers
Fed the land.
Three by threes they marched
Together and the signs of the times were in their
Hands and outrage in their hearts.
Rows and rows of country men,
Fellows to the land sung together songs of love.
In peace they awaited the hawk
And the dove to reach some conclusion
Of what to do about nuclear fusion.
But can the neutron be neural
And can the atom be a piece of
Apple pi while quantum remains
The state, and the nation states are jealous;
The leaders are rebellious to the earth that belongs
To the generations of the future.