If they could just keep quiet,
All would be well with our world;
It would rain sunshine,
And the fields would host unicorns.

There would be no crying foul,
No vague stories of bogeymen
Nor horrific ones of weapons –
Nothing really to be afraid of.

We would walk into our homes
That would look spotlessly clean,
And waiting for us there,
Would be a pot of warm broth,
Made of chicken and leek.

And if it tasted even slightly off,
Of course we’d teach them
Their right lesson!
And they would learn it,
Stifled sobs, unshed tears and all.

If they could just keep quiet,
We would have our say,
Just like in the old times,
Every time of every day,
And we would make merry
While we were at it.

If they would just keep quiet,
Our world would be restored
To a peaceful and happy space,
Where everyone knew their place –
By rank, colour and gender –
And nobody would complain!

Ah to have that idyllic world again.