Someone reminded me of Kurt Weill’s poignant 1936 anti-war musical Johnny Johnson today. I recalled in particular the last song, Johnny’s song, in which the simple-minded protagonist Johnny, never losing his faith in humanity, tries to sell toys to an indifferent public who are rushing over to the next square to listen to another warmongering speaker. “Toys, toys!” cries Johnny but no one listens.
I did not remember the song’s lyrics. Apparently, there are different versions, but the one I am familiar with includes these lines (emphasis mine):
At last we’ll find the day
When joy shall be our songI hear them say it’s all baloney
The world’s a mighty cruel place
With tooth and claw and promise phony
An old hard guy he wins the raceBut you and I don’t think so
We know there’s something still
Of good beyond such ill
Within our heart and mind
Ouch. Did Paul Green, who wrote the song’s lyrics, foresee the future?
Oh well. Here’s a Midjourney cat that I think aptly captures the musical’s atmosphere.