I am the locust and I tell the quiet lies To ageless gentle children with sparkle in their eyes And all the while She watches and waits her monstrous chance To terminate the dreaming in all our song and dance The quiet lies of dreaming Remain in spite of time And all her evil scheming Cannot cull the magic rhyme I am the locust and I sing the locust song Sing along People laughing, breathing, turn to robots as I watch And isolation claims them as they shrink from human touch And She has many victories but still my lies live on And they will grow and flourish when her dark machine has gone Each generation brings the ones with sparkle eyes The children She has not suborned with all her glib replies And some day when the ones who dream rise up to take their stand The children of the locust will bring magic to the land