In the Year Twenty Fifty

Twenty Fifty

By

James Bredin

In the year twenty fifty I’ll be long dead,
Difficult now to imagine things that far ahead,
Though life everlasting may be believed by some,
But those in the graveyard are not having much fun.

Hope you have figured out the problems of the world by then,
Don’t repeat the last century again and again,
Religion; the opiate of the masses and war,
Should be treated as something that most should ignore.

The powerful should be treated with little respect,
Especially if they propose war or a peacekeeping project,
And if the United Nations is as crooked as now,
Knock it down into the East River and plough.

Monday, April 3, 2006