If spring don’t come

If spring don’t ever come again

I’ve told you so, for months on end

These winters came to overstay

Their welcome, in these years I’ve spent

And sure, we speak of seasons 

like the reasons which determine moods

But this is not a mental poem:

wheezing in the dirt for food

I yell at kids whose parents fled

For reasons we pretend are wrong

I’m sorry we won’t get along

I’ll write your ass a little song

And keep supplying retail 

to the regions that they carpet bomb

While telling them their heart is strong

Like singing to the larks at dawn

Where food will never grow again

They’ll go again, to war

If spring don’t ever come again

They’ll knock at someone’s door