Weeping

I knew a man who lived in fear

It was huge, it was angry, it was drawing near

Behind his house, a secret place

Was the shadow of the demon he could never face

He built a wall of steel and flame

And men with guns, to keep it tame

Then standing back, he made it plain

That the nightmare would never ever rise again

But the fear and the fire and the guns remain

It doesn’t matter now

It’s over anyhow

He tells the world that it’s sleeping

But as the night came round

I heard its lonely sound

It wasn’t roaring, it was weeping

And then one day the neighbors came

They were curious to know about the smoke and flame

They stood around outside the wall

But of course there was nothing to be heard at all

"My friends," he said, "We’ve reached our goal

The threat is under firm control

As long as peace and order reign

I’ll be damned if I can see a reason to explain

Why the fear and the fire and the guns remain"