Can you hear that thunder rolling
across the leaden sky?
Can you see that lightening flashing
murderously on high?
While the good Earth shakes and shudders
and rocks and reels and creaks
While your system shakes and stutters
and for its cold grave seeks
Can you see your standards crumbling
to a sick rhythmic beat?
And much vaunted morals tumbling
into the sewer neat?
Can you smell the ripe corruption
rise from the steamy swamp?
Where all your captains and your kings
elect to pitch their camp
For your centuries of plunder
of pillage, death and woe
Have so long seen their climax
and are about to go
Can you see the end is coming,
arrogant bourgeoisie
To your anachronistic system
that exploits mine and me?
Can you see the skies are weeping
with mankind’s bitter tears?
But there is a new world coming
I hear the distant cheers
Can you hear that thunder rolling
across the leaden sky?
Can you see that lightening flashing
murderously on high?
William Hunt-Vincent
