I hope

Don't talk to me of the long dead god forsaken I've heard enough of the power abusive men
Their history wipe from the slate forever and records of their lives put in the rubbish bin
The hands of time as ever keep on turning as the years roll on like the timeless ocean wave
And the bones of the murdered innocents in lost graves lost forever I hope that flowers don't grow on Cromwell's grave.

The Pol Pots of this world are still with us the racists and xenophobics still abuse their power
Far too many countries ruled by ruthless tyrants the poor and defenceless under their regimes cower
They rule by fear and enforce their code of silence and to speak out against them more foolhardy than brave
And they suppress the gifts of joy and freedom I hope that flowers don't grow on Hitler's grave.

Idi Amin and Milosevic still living and Rios Montt the trappings of power still enjoy
How many due to these tyrants have suffered and how many due to them in mass graves lie?
The Husseins and the Mugabes too many bad karma only for themselves they save
Their people die of hunger and they prosper I hope that flowers don't grow on Truman's grave.

In many countries fear of reprisals give rise to silence and to speak out far too big a price to pay
These so called leaders and their kith and kindred prosper whilst all around them there's want and decay
They rule by fear the gun a scary weapon and those who speak against them must be made to behave
And history itself keeps on repeating and I hope that flowers don't grow on Stalin's grave.