Song Of Choice

Early every year the seeds are growing
Unseen, unheard they lie beneath the ground
Would you know before the leaves are showing
With weeds all your garden will abound

If you close your eyes, stop your ears
And how can you know?
Seeds you cannot see may not be there
Seeds you cannot see may never grow

In January you’ve still got the choice
You can cut the weeds before they start to bud
If you leave them to grow high they will silence your voice
And in December you may pay with your blood

Close your eyes, stop your ears, shut your mouth
And take it slow
Let others take the lead and you bring up the rear
And later you can say you didn’t know

Every day another vulture takes flight
There’s another danger born every morning
In the darkness of your blindness the wolf will never bite
How can you fight if you can’t recognize a warning?

Today you may earn a living wage
Tomorrow you may be on the dole
Though there’s millions going hungry you needn’t disengage
For it’s them not you that’s fallen in the hole
So close your eyes…

It’s alright for you if you run with the pack
It’s alright if you agree with all they do
If fascism is slowly climbing back
It’s not here yet so what’s it got to do with you
So close your eyes…

The weeds are all around us and they’re growing
It will soon be too late for the knife
If you leave them on the wind that around the world is blowing
You may pay for your silence with your life

Or close your eyes, stop your ears, shut your mouth
And never dare
And if it happens here they’ll never come for you
Because they’ll know you really didn’t care