High tide
May, warm sunlight, mild breeze and under
a parasol casts a cooling shade.
The hum of insect
A barking dog
White clouds on blue velvet
The peace is restless a sense of
danger
danger
the big powers have been banging on
their war drums
their war drums
conditioning us
we are being groomed for war
It is like psychoses, we want war
now
now
fight for the fatherland against an
enemy not defined
enemy not defined
the noble death
The song contest in Europe has done
a coup, but it
a coup, but it
Is not enough
Two jet fighters streak across the
sky they are flying low
sky they are flying low
piloted by flinty eyes.
Perhaps the coming war is a natural
progression
progression
a bloodletting that happens in
regular intervals
regular intervals
nothing can be done like Thor`s
hammer it strikes
hammer it strikes
when it want to
evening now grass are asleep
the shade has become night
we can`t but wait
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