The eastern world it is explodin',
violence flarin', bullets loadin',
you're old enough to kill but not for votin',
you don't believe in war, what's that gun you're totin',
and even the Jordan river has bodies floatin',
but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Betty reminded me that I hadn't checked in with my morning song today. My apologies. I try not to share angry or unhappy music with others... keeping it locked inside me instead. The devastation in the north of Japan has me singing some angry songs...
I guess I'm fortunate in that I can just walk into the kitchen, choose from a varity of good teas, draw already hot water from an electric pot, and relax with a good drink. There are thousands just a few hundred miles from me who don't have that luxury this morning. So I'll drink my Keemun tea to them, with wishes that they can get through this crisis more easily, and pray for a better song tomorrow.
Stitchawl