Sturm Und Drang

Come now, people - we've all heard this tale before: Barbarians are at our gates, enemies outside the door. Their shapes the image of our own, Their shadows like as well; though some be lesser known. Sound loud the alarms and deafen the ears Harden our hearts and feed on our fears - Divide the Volk and call them Unified Against a foe who has ever tried To gain just this - a national suicide Of what was once collective reason, Confounding balanced thought with treason. Take up the broadest brush and paint That He That Stands Within's a saint, And He That Waits Without's a devil - And those who doubt judged twice and treble To be vile, accursed knaves Who serve the enemy as slaves. Attend the tune of Sturm und Drang! Forgetful of that one who sang The selfsame tune not so long ago And led to a peope's eternal shame and woe. Let our better Angels, while yet they may, Draw us back to the light of a better day - A day not defined by confused fear of the Other, A day that shade may be a possible brother.