So now we're slipping slowly into war,
And no one seems to understand or care
We're waking up that savage little whore,
And spreading all her rumours everywhere.
I'd always hoped I'd not be seeing this,
I'd spend a lifetime bathed in tranquil peace,
But now we hear that stealthy serpent's hiss
And watch it gather nearer death's release.
So many try so hard to market calm,
But marketers of war and false alarm,
Have no wish to surrender or disarm,
And more than just themselves they wish to harm.
So we bow down and do as we are drilled,
And all the good in man is slowly killed.