TEXT OF JANUARY 8, 1990... CHRISTMAS GIFT TO MOST REVEREND DESMOND TUTU/TERM OF REFERENCE 8) TO CHRISTMAS, 1989 (FEBRUARY 7, 1992)... REGISTERED LETTER TO "IRANGATE" INDEPENDENT PROSECUTOR LAWRENCE WALSH:

"SCIENCE FICTION"

1.

Life's an ever-changing set of schemes
Moving picture, hit parade dreams
What we knew for fact only yesterday
Is now discarded, only hearsay.

Science fiction, science fact
From day to day they're back-to-back
The whistle at the factory blows
And our firmest traditions that way goes.

The sun revolved around us all
For centuries before Galileo heard His call
Who knows what caused those first steps for apple pies
Before Newton saw it clearly through opening eyes?

A doctor died at a barriered gate
Because of our hidden, senseless hate
Six million died yet some say none.
Forgive me, sir, for not seeing it your way
You see things in the light of a distant day
I must be blind, it's Galileo's sun
But i think you see no more than for just one.

Is there nothing to our lives but this
Over and over opportunities missed?

Science fiction, science fact
Their separation's an undependable act
A baby has a gleam in his eye
And in years to come he shows us why.

And if you believe it all came from then gone by--
I understand still why even feminists cry.

Life's an ever-changing set of schemes
Moving picture, hit parade dreams
What we knew for fact only yesterday
Will teach us nothing if it's gone today.

Love's a bitter pill to swallow
When it rings a bell that's insides are hollow
They kissed this earth to make us free
So just what is this that you ask us now to be?
If He'd wanted me to be like you
He'd have made us one, and not the two.
It's acts of God that join together
And guide loving souls through stormy weather
If you want to argue, just for fun
Content yourself with who it's for--just one.

Science fiction, science fact
An ever-changing lovers' pact
We will never really know it all
But we see our future just beyond this wall.



--by GORDON C. WONG,
from "What Lies Beyond This Door",*
copyright 1987 by GORDON C. WONG


*-hopefully to be published in the new millennium.


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