Whatever happened to the age of Aquarius ? ;
Lost and forgotten I suppose, I remember the prose,
Love and happiness they said.
A brotherhood of man,
I cannot imagine such a thing,
Trying hard as I can,
It cannot be to ever take place,
Not a trace in the DNA,
But hang on there a minute,
In some of us it is present,
Iv‘e never shot a pheasant,
If it flies it dies they say ,
Not knowing that there will come a day,
when they will say, “ someone just shot me in the arse “
Freedom has a price,
The details of which are not very nice,
But maybe someday !
A long way from here,
In this the age of fear ,
We can become, worshippers of the Sun.
Anthony Mc Gann
4/24.
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Whatever happened to the age of Aquarius ? ;
Lost and forgotten I suppose, I remember the prose,
Love and happiness they said.
A brotherhood of man,
I cannot imagine such a thing,
Trying hard as I can,
It cannot be to ever take place,
Not a trace in the DNA,
But hang on there a minute,
In some of us it is present,
Iv‘e never shot a pheasant,
If it flies it dies they say ,
Not knowing that there will come a day,
when they will say, “ someone just shot me in the arse “
Freedom has a price,
The details of which are not very nice,
But maybe someday !
A long way from here,
In this the age of fear ,
We can become, worshippers of the Sun.
Anthony Mc Gann
4/24.