Dear Mr Lord
I thought I’d keep you posted
I’m not Christian
And, love couldn’t sort things out
What’s worse that it seems to me
No one really cares if it can
For your information

Socrates, Plato and Aristotle
Paving the way at full throttle
Have started a fire to beckon
For the good of mankind, I reckon

Although the fire is still burning
Most nations are literally freezing
It may as well be partly their fault
Yet, mostly unending colonist assaults

you make me feel small
you make me feel cold
i won’t raise, i won’t call
i think i’ll just fold