The Palmist
by Corny Held
by Corny Held
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A palmist lived in Paradise - his name was Prophet Paul he was waiting for some querents sitting in his market stall But due to lack of interest, no-one seemed to call So just for fun and dreamy he watched his crystal ball He hoped to see a tale from another planet catch glimpses of a future or maybe just some clues But when he saw what he could see his mirth began to vanish And he got scared, upset, and pale, and finally got the blues And he thought: Nobody wants to hear that, nobody wants to see Nobody wants to know that - no-one will believe Nobody wants to change their ways But what'll be it'll be. He saw a new age comimg not very far from now when Paradise and all the creatures there had died somehow Nature had been poisoned, exploited and destroyed Creation's crown with it was bound to perish, crumbling into void He was sure to see a tale from another planet he felt like in a nightmare and he couldn't wake up soon The horror made clear it was too late, they couldn't ban it Paul trembled and he shouted "Stop it!" at the rising moon And he thought: Nobody wants to hear that, nobody wants to see Nobody wants to know that No-one will believe Nobody wants to change their ways But what'll be it'll be. And Paul the Prophet saw how we all ended in the gloom people would neglect forebodings of the coming doom It scared him and he took the glass and smashed it at the wall it broke, the truth came out and said "all this cannot be stalled" And he took it for a tale from another planet but an evil and disturbing one he didn't like at all He quit his divinations had failed, he was frustrated and decided to go shopping at the mall And he thought: Nobody wants to hear that nobody wants to see Nobody wants to know that. No-one will believe Nobody wants to change their ways But what'll be it'll be. What'll be, it'll be |
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