John Lennon
Peace at Last

One day there will be lasting peace on earth.
On that day the last human will have died
A pointless death, a stupid suicide.
He underestimated his self-worth
And was unaware that he was the last.
Slowly strapping explosives to his chest,
Depressing the button upon his vest,
He couldn't forgive himself as he passed.
It'll be the ultimate act of self-harm.
And not for the sake of conservation,
Or protection of God's great creation.
No! Because the birthmark upon his arm
Made him think that he had some black in him.
The extinction of the whole human race
Will be a mindless and racist disgrace
Taking out our one last hope on a whim.
After the blast splattered him inside-out
And all the little pieces of peace fell,
He realised, as he descended to hell,
We're all pink on the inside, it turns out.

John Lennon, English singer-songwriter and peace activist, was assassinated today in 1980.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. beth says:

    a tragic loss – and wonderful words

  2. Chris Hall says:

    Sad, sad loss. I woke up to the news on the radio. It was the day I was going to Liverpool for a college interview.
    Your poem is a great tribute to the man who might have done so much more had he lived.

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