There’s something white upon the grass
I see it as I pass
Is it a flower someone has grown?
A cockatoo from Heaven thrown?
Is it a paper dropped from a car?
An unknown object from afar?
In the morning’s light
All seem true
The truth is up to you.

Search the internet, read the news
Hear the experts’ views
Look around and what do you see?
Can the truth really set you free?
Is it art or does it deface?
Do we live in sin or a state of grace?
Does warfare ever end in peace?
Are the poor just here to fleece?

Was it a push or was it a shove?
Is it hatred masquerading as love?
They say be cruel to be kind
Is it just a state of mind?
Do I blindly follow or dutifully serve?
Will they call it bravery or foolish nerve?
I see a rock but is it a lizard?
I feel like Mawson in a blizzard.

There’s something white upon the grass
I see it as I pass
Is it a flower someone has grown?
A cockatoo from Heaven thrown?
Is it a weapon of mass destruction?
Shall I call the White House to get instruction?
Will precision bombs be able to manage?
And what about collateral damage?

There’s something white upon the grass
I see it as I pass
Is it a flower someone has grown?
A cockatoo from Heaven thrown?
Is it a paper dropped from a car?
An unknown object from afar?
In the morning’s light
All seem true
The truth is up to you. (repeat)
I feel like Mawson in a blizzard.
We’re all like Mawson in a blizzard!

© Jim Low -2008