Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
---John Lennon
Most have died
most of the teachers
most of the sayers
most of the makers
most of the voices
most of the weak
most of the strong
most of the mothers
most of the sisters
most of the children
most of the young
the empty cradle rocking
come I in my new shoes
with silver taps
empty winds on the African plains
two million dead in vietnam
most of the dead have died
and gone
the sea comes creeping up the valley
covering the toes
covering the woes
out of the cradle rocking
most of the dead have died
locking the fires in space
loitering on empty streets
most of the dead have died
and are no more,
most of the players
most of the bridges’ songs.
I’ve crawled in bed with John to weep,
most of the dead have gone
most of the world has passed
empty space
most of the world has grief
empty space
I’ve crawled into bed with John to weep.
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