Wake me up

 Wake me up


Wake me up November sixth

Tell me that the nightmare’s over

Whisper to me that our dreams are free

That his name will never cross our lips again. 


Surely there will be blue skies 

Over Washington, Beirut and Kyiv

A bad morning follows a poor night

For Moscow and for Budapest. 


Flags will fly high in Biden’s Irish home

In Jamaica , Delhi and Nevada

The silent horde have found their voice

The MAGA rabble have retreated to their burrows. 


Dare we breath again, free from terror

Dare we hope  to strive for better?

Has democracy survived despite the money

Of the far right wealthy autocrats?


Can we work to heal the earth

To rebuild the middle class?

And strive for simpler lives

Which will deliver better?


A further future for our children

A brighter future for their children

Should we dare to hope again?

Then I’m certain our nightmare’s over. 

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