QUIT NOTICE FOR DADDY

It is not the first time, I heard these words before
Recently, Egypt, after Tunisia, told their chiefs to go
The people are suffering, enough of the misuse. Go
In Libya, the refusal and the outrage, see blood
Flowing to streets of Benghazi, hear the wailing

Yes, I heard these words by and by, where I worked
When some staff stole with pen and paper, not gun
When bankruptcy hit us, see helpless victims cry
And when landlords wanted to increase their rents
See tenants roam till someone says come home

Daddy’s host, angered by the spotted little cat
That came to sit on his lap, purring, revealing
Said to him, ‘On this very minute, it is over,
Between me and you, pack your things and go’
Get out of my house and go, I say get out, go away

The echoes of the order carry dark particles of dust
Of mocking insolence upon a man, reduced to nothing
This man who had seen better days, also has a home
Need not fight; the civil war had opened his eyes, wide
There shouldn’t have been war in the first place

Oh! Those wasted years of deceit and trickery
Years of stagnation, senseless war and retrogression
Would have been avoided and millions of lives saved
If rational judgment was allowed to tame emotions
Of rash diversionary tactics calculated to bury facts

Yes, there is a quit notice we can not all miss
No matter what level you consider yourself to be
There is an order for anyone ever born to this world
Announcing a parting of ways for the body and soul,
Of heaven and earth, shortly before the toll of bells