Don’t bring me your mythology
Your clapped out ideology
For I can watch your wars no more
Don’t quite know what a god is for
Except to drug the people’s mind
With one true way, an only kind,
Of being young or being old
Whilst others stuff our mouths with gold
To ensure we do what we’re told
For if we don’t they soon will scold,
Not quite enough to set us free,
You can’t be you, I can’t be me.
Dont need fake beings up above,
Together, all we need is love
In sixty seven John was right
There really is no need to fight.
So you be you and I’ll be me,
Together set each other free.
Harry Rogers, In the Yellow Room, 14th July 2020.