So the news of dire destruction,
Ran with horror round the world.
And the fearful hearts exulting,
Shout revenge to still their fears.
So the North the South attacking.
So the South with outrage screams.
Both to truth and love are blinded.
Deaf to reason, sense and dreams.
So the great ones flex their muscles,
Call up the bombs and fiery death.
Call out the planes, the ships, the missiles.
Pound the mountains, hatred wreathed.
So beneath the surface lurking,
Greater evils cook and boil.
Like the witches cauldron brewing,
Trouble, suffering, pain and toil.
Bubble! Bubble! Toil and trouble!
Poor suffering world, you know not yet,
The demons, malignant, vile, unwholesome,
You have called up from the pit.
So you sing; make tearful rhetoric.
You strut and posture on world stage.
While grim Mars strides out with Odin;
Ragnarok is drawing near.
Oh, that the Lord might quell the fighting.
Wipe the hatred from men’s hearts.
Shine light of truth and rays of knowledge;
Where yet rules ignorance and vice.