Rockets and lullabies,
Things that light the skies.
One to bring sweet dreams,
One to bring on screams.
One source of light
Has enough might
To light up the sky
Can we just try?
Can we try it once?
I’m not asking months.
In twenty four hours
We can ask the powers.
Which did you prefer?
When it did occur.
Fire and death,
Or a steady sleeping breath?
We tell children lullabies
Before we say goodbyes.
Aren’t we fighting for them?
Those green and budding stems.
Let’s preserve those thoughts,
The ones about lemons and apricots.
Not nightmares and bombs
That flatten pulses found in palms.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 