Baby Food

Little bald men marching to the war
Onward, onward
So far to go
For these little men
In the year of 2 thousand 89

Little bald men marching to the war
Freshly out of their mothers' wombs

And love and hate
love and hate

Keep these little bald men marching off to wars
With a bottle of artificial mothers' milk in their left hands
And atomic guns in their right

How much love
oh how much love
Is there, really, in this world

When all we really know
is
For certain if, love doesn't fill the world before the year of
2 thousand 89

We'll all go to Hell
to Hell

We're already there:
Right now
Fresh out of our mothers' wombs

Onward, onward, onward
6 billion babies full lust and hate

Unless and if and until
Love
Love
Love
Love
Makes whole men and women out of broken little children full of,
lust and hate
lust and hate

But I have faith
And I don't believe:
I know, that Love Conquers All

And I know (I guarantee it)

That in the year, of 2 thousand 89

Little bald men, and little bald women
Will be sucking on their mothers' breasts

Instead of marching off to war
as the world goes to Hell
to Hell
to Hell

I have faith
And I don't believe (I know)
That --
Before very long:

Love
Love
Love
Love
Love

Conquers All

And; conceived in seed swimming in Love:
Little bald men, and little bald women (full of Love)
Will be sucking on their mothers' breasts (full of Love
full of Love)

In the year, of 2 thousand 89

Love
Love
Love

Will have conquered the world
conquered the world
conquered the world

And, conceived in seed swimming in Love
Little bald men, and little bald women (full of Love)
Will be sucking on their mothers' breasts full of Love
full of Love)

Baby food

For 6 billion babies:

LOVE

Copyright Christopher Steele Brower