Loosen Up, Tyrants & Terrorists

[ancianita]

Children know this:

"There's no point having nuclear weapons if you never use them" is the stupidest thing any leader has said in the history of the human race.

The trouble with being a tyrant is that your position is so insecure. You can't relax your grip for an instant.

As soon as you show weakness, the smell of blood and bounty is in the air, your jackal pack turn their eyes on you. Machiavelli was wrong: it is not better to be feared than loved. A popular leader can make mistakes and survive, up to a point. You tyrants cannot. Cornered in terror, you terrorize and threaten mass death.

Tyrants, you still have life and time to join your children, grandbabies and the rest of us humans of the 21st Century.

It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio

These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry

It was a dry wind
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of birth
And the dead sand
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth

These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry

It's a turn-around jump shot
It's everybody jump start
It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
Medicine is magical and magical is art
The Boy in the Bubble
And the baby with the baboon heart

And I believe
These are the days of lasers in the jungle
Lasers in the jungle somewhere
Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of millionaires
And billionaires and baby

These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry