The Armageddon Hour
As children playing with a dangerous toy
Who think it sport to make the toy perform,
No matter what it will soon destroy
And maim the innocent in fiery storm
So men of might, in momentary rage
Under cover of enforced democracy
Let loose upon an unsuspecting age
The curse reserved to scourge humanity.
Not quite content with their appalling deed
They vie with Woden, ape the mighty Thor,
And toy with thunder that will surely breed
A raging whirlwind whipping flames of war.
When men make playthings of so great a power
The times portend the Armageddon hour.
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