I have a dream, a distant dream, a dream so far away;
when peace for all mankind awaits, till our eternal day.
When hunger's no longer the scourge of the Earth, when disease has lost the fight,
when drugs no longer have a use, when war is overcome by right.
The mushroom cloud stretches out above, while the people starve below;
they struggle for the lack of food, and are poisoned by the evil glow.
The mother weeps for her unborn child, how are they to blame?
Did they ask to be born in a world that is cruel,
that seeks to hurt and mame.
Oh Mother Earth, cry out in shame, that all may hear you weep,
beware the destruction we invite, or the Earth is not ours to keep.
P. Coracas(C)
23.06.1998