If There Was Love

<br>Men of affairs, women with power<br>Satellites talking, to clatter our lives<br>Banks of predictions, policies made<br>Prophecies broken, violence deranged (deranged, deranged)<br> And if there was love, would that be enough?<br> And if there was love, would that be enough?<br>Pollsters and planners, incredibly sad<br>indelibly inking, their names across our lives<br>Individual freedom, intrinsically curbed<br>Inspiration nil, slavery ten<br> And if there was love, would that be enough?<br> And if there was love, would that be enough?<br> And if there was love, would that be enough?<br> And if there was love, would that be enough?<br>I`ve been working for a long time<br>Scattering smiles<br>Must I swallow my pride?<br>There`s a hole in the sky, as distant and vast<br>As our moral vacuum, and growing as fast<br> And if there was love, would that be enough?<br> And if there was love, would that be enough?<br> And if there was love, would that be enough?<br> And if there was love, would that be enough?<br>"They that have power to hurt and will do none,<br>That do not do the thing they most do show,<br>Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,<br>Unmoved, cold and to temptation slow;<br>They rightly do inherit heaven`s graces<br>And husband nature`s riches from expense;<br>They are the lords and owners of their faces,<br>Others but stewards of their excellence.<br>The summer`s flower is to the summer sweet,<br>Though to itself it only live and die,<br>But if that flower with base infection meet,<br>The basest weed outbraves his dignity:<br>For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;<br>Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds."<br> [W. Shakespeare, Sonnet 94]