The Last Flight of Dag Hammarskjold - Latin Quarter

There’s a plane across the moon

As a nation finds its feet

There are listening posts in Cyprus

That can track a man’s heart-beat

There’s a plane across the moon

As a nation holds its breath

There are trades on hold in London

Waiting on Lumumba’s death

You say ‘Yeah, but that was then and this is now,

That was then,'

But now is made up of then,

Now is made up of then,

Again, again;

again, again.

There’s a plane across the moon

As a nation spreads its wings

There are cables out of Washington

In code a darkness brings

There’s a plane across the moon

As a nation leaves the nest

Just send the thugs some dollars

And greed will do the rest

Planes and moons let business take its course

The infant state must suffocate, no profit in remorse

Moons make planes much easier to sight

Some damage is collateral, Dag Hammarskjöld's last flight