Meru Groen Poet Rhyme

When the Future becomes the Present

The pull of old habits,
and the failing interests.
A reliance on the will,
to corral the peak distress.
The attack of age-old fears,
willing to stand the test.
When a coup de tah rises,
breaking to a righteous crest. 
Then the battle cries are heard,
and the do-gooders saunter,
The black hand group marches,
faces full of nervous wonder.
Then like the movies they portray,
the new owners change the story.
The winners lot instead of money,
came in what was called glory.
They were all forgotten soon,
in the shadows of a looming war. 
And the world was preparing,
what would shake them to the core.
When crazy old men are at the helm,
spouting some contentious rambling.
And then billions of innocent lives,
 the pawns of genocidal gambling.
That would be the time for action,
in the realm of Divine Inspiration.
For the advantage to be awarded,
to the person of previous indication.

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