Everything could be peachy. The world may be fine.
Is the turmoil and strife just an ugly backdrop
To provide a comparison of what it’s like
In a hell cast upon us by one evil Reich?
Could it be all we need is to tell it to stop?
I’ll awake from this nightmare to brilliant sunshine.

Feelings of deep inadequacy in my heart
Pull me down from a high place. The sorrow takes hold
For a short while, then vanishes clear from the mind
But still locked in my soul not a dream I can find
To wake up from. Yet one is about to unfold
And become the reality known from the start.

Sounding like a prediction, it’s none of the kind.
It’s a keen observation that spirit imparts
To my humble existence. One cannot be wrong
With the message of truth that will make again strong
What is left of our image and our broken hearts.
What we learn here are lessons to become refined.

 Unclear is how the drama will play to the crowd.
Volatile are the intricacies of free will.
Energy, though, is basic. Perception reveals
What it is that the bulk of our human race feels
About worldwide aggression and needing to kill.
I belong to a race in which I should be proud.