Rondeau 6

The final shot will happen soon.
Perhaps on Sunday afternoon.
Or maybe in another week
We'll finally have the peace we seek
And then we'll sing a different tune.

They said that it would come last June,
"Before another harvest moon."
There is one thing of which they speak:
The final shot.

One day another damn buffoon
Will make the integral mob swoon.
And then the world won't seem as bleak.
Meanwhile the commanders tweak
To try to get for their platoon
The final shot.