Like a rising ball of magma (a poem)

Few can see it coming

Few can see it coming But oh yes it will come

Few can see it coming But oh yes it will come Like a rising ball of magma

Few can see it coming But oh yes it will come Like a rising ball of magma As hot as burning sun

Through the rock it is pushing

Through the rock it is pushing Building, rising every day

Through the rock it is pushing Building, rising every day Maybe you cannot see it

Through the rock it is pushing Building, rising every day Maybe you cannot see it Maybe you hope it will go away

But oh yes it is coming

But oh yes it is coming See the fissures in the land

But oh yes it is coming See the fissures in the land Boiling clefts of dissent

But oh yes it is coming See the fissures in the land Boiling clefts of dissent Talk of which is banned

Whispers, quiet whispers

Whispers, quiet whispers Hush now, the powers come

Whispers, quiet whispers Hush now, the powers come "Stop the wicked words," they say

Whispers, quiet whispers Hush now, the powers come "Stop the wicked words," they say "Back to your mental slum."

But the searing heat is growing

But the searing heat is growing And the earth begins to heave

But the searing heat is growing And the earth begins to heave "Fingers in your ears," they say

But the searing heat is growing And the earth begins to heave "Fingers in your ears," they say "Here's what you must believe."