All Together Now

Imagine there's no heaven?

No thanks Mr Lennon

I'd rather not imagine
we are floating isolated
in space

We deserve
a refreshing oasis
from this hopeless
desolate place
where we can replenish
our parched souls
with all the love we need

Even if it's just an illusion

We require the crutch of religion

As corrupted as it may be
by the arrogance
of repressive men

We gotta find
a ticket to ride
on this yellow submarine
to help us get back
to the paradise we lost