For my (new) young ones III

little heart that’s in my care,

oh little heart I feel you there,

not fully formed yet,

barely dressed,

oh little heart I am impressed

by how intensely you can love and feel,

experiment with clouds and steel,

leap up behind the driving wheel

oh little heart I’ll keep you safe.

beating strong, you run the race,

determination etches along your face

in lines of laughter,

in scratches of pain

oh little heart it’s not in vain,

just come to me and sit beside,

look, here’s the map; I’ll be your guide,

and if you’re afraid, I know just where to hide -

oh little heart I’ll keep you safe.

little heart you’re so so young

oh little heart it’s just begun

I know it’s scary,

I know it’s dark,

but little heart you’re a kindling spark

and all you need is a breath of love

and your soul will be soaring with the stars above.

yes, precious heart, you’re perfect,

yes, little heart, come,

arms wide, mine are too, wider than I ever knew

they could stretch. make friends

and share your life, little heart:

you will always be safe with me.

The Peacocks are in power.

Patriotism pales to a pall
and the Peacocks are in power,
who knows what happens when the Peacocks go?
The Peacocks are in power.

Power, power, what is power?
Where does power come from?
Is power down beneath the sea?
Is power in the yellow sun?

The pilgrims travel off the earth
and yearn for power's might,
but the Peacocks arrived before them all;
the Peacocks left last night.

Power, power, what is power?
Where does power come from?
Is power in the ancient days?
Is power yet in days to come?

The Peacocks preen themselves some more,
their feathers gleaming in the sun,
and glossy patterns wriggle around
running, screaming, from the gun.

Power, power, what is power?
Where does power come from?
It's in the gun, it's in the gun,
that's where power comes from.
Peacocks scatter, Peacocks run,
Now you know where power comes from.