The World of Today Poem
& Eve of Destruction w/Lyrics (scroll)
Click the Video to Hear the Song of the Poem Below
“Eve of Destruction” is a protest song written by P. F. Sloan in mid-1964. Several artists have recorded it, but the best-known recording was by Barry McGuire. Wikipedia
Artist: Barry McGuire
Album: The Vietnam War – A Film By Ken Burns & Lynn Novick (The Soundtrack)
Released: 2017
Genre: Pop
The World Today Poem by Bill C.
My daughter asked me to write a poem,
To put on the Danaashlie web-site.
I said let me think about it,
I thought and said I might.
Years ago there was a song
About the Eve of destruction.
He should have written the song now,
Some believe we’re headed for destruction.
We have seen a cop kneel on a neck,
Eight minutes until he died.
His family watched in horror,
As he begged his family cried.
Some think this virus is a fake
Some think it’s real as can be.
I live in Florida a hot spot,
I wonder if the next one will be me.
My daughter knows no one personally,
That has died of this awful disruption.
Maybe the song-writer was correct,
When he sang “We’re on the eve of destruction.”
I welcome comments about this poem
Even if they are good or bad.
Daughter you have your poem,
From your loving Dad.
Bill C. [Thanks Dad!]
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Lyrics
Eve Of Destruction
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’,
You’re old enough to kill but not for votin’,
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’,
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin’,
But you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.
And can’t you feel the fears I’m feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no running away,
There’ll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
Take a look around you, boy, it’s bound to scare you, boy,
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.
I’m sittin’ here, just contemplatin’,
I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
Handful of Senators don’t pass legislation,
And marches alone can’t bring integration,
When human respect is disintegratin’,
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’,
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama!
Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space,
But when your return, it’s the same old place,
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace,
You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace,
Hate your next door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace,
And you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
You don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.
Great poem Dad! Thanks for the memories of the song too. I think Bob Dylan also does this song and perhaps wrote it too.