Trouble in the meadows

Trouble in the whirling pines

Blood on the grass

Scars of our minds

 

Impending assault

On borders once placed

A people of median

Fear to be erased

A tyrant behind his desk

Strategic possitioning

of Global Powers manifest

 

Doors that were once open

Now tightly locked

The hour is Midnight 

of the Doom's Day Clock

Guns on the Hill

New Tech to Deploy

Like Children

Playing with their Toys

 

To Know your enemies

is to Love them

As Obscured eyes

sight down the barrel of their gun

 

Our Hearts are bleeding

Nurishment is fleeting

Down the slow decline

Through the bleeding Roots

of our Lives

 

The Dawn in the error of a New Age

Lets not allow our destructive power to hold us at peace

Tell Your Neighbor You Love Them

With a Hand, Out Reach!