Another winter day, gray and cold,
Much like any other,
Yet things are stirring round the globe,
Could a nation – or two – soon be smothered?
Troop ships move, trains roll out,
Heated words exchanged,
Would be allies acquiesce,
Might one leader be deranged?
Could incompetence and senility
Combine as we have seen before?
And, blended with appeasement,
Lead us into war?
One side strong and willful,
Yet with convoluted fears of attack,
Need ever more buffer zones,
And want the past brought back.
On the other a desire for freedom,
And some peace behind a fence,
A break from “Mother” and the past,
And some real independence.
And in Asia a similar story,
A nation seeks another to devour,
Megalomania runs wild,
Unbridled lust for power.
Clumsy leaders walk a razor’s edge,
What is this cup that we might drink?
Are we doomed to toast to war?
Must we ever teeter on the brink?
The world grows ever more dangerous,
But man remains the same,
Capable of all manner of sins,
And often in His name.
Once begun no man knows
Where or how the war will end,
War once begun is tragedy,
Into hell we will descend.
We pray dear Lord that they do not,
Take that fatal final step,
And lead us all into war,
Out there, up on the steppe.
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