I saw a child on the nightly news

Playing with a toy inside a room being used

As a shelter from The Bomb’s long burning fuse

The mother was there being interviewed

Because war had broken out all over the place

And when the microphone tilted toward her face

She spoke about the future of the human race

Using broken English, full of common grace

She said, our biggest problem is forgetfulness

So I hope my child remembers this

Then she looked into the camera and blew a kiss

LOVE, she said, is how we must resist