It is daybreak,
The dawn of a thousand days
When at last the sun brings warmth,
And repudiates the fear
Which civilization has wrought.
The constant barrage of negative news
Failing economies and nuclear arms,
Madmen with the capacity to burn our planet
Until we but incandescent vapors be,
Quietly creep into worsening psychosis
While lavish parades, complete with marching men
Pass before them,
As one gloved hand rises and falls with each passing platoon,
In acknowledgement of might not questioned.
But here the forest floor is like a watercolor
And a pastel green is the color of life.
Pass on the day of the carnivore
And have the killing cease,
And may we all find a way
To save this old Spaceship Earth.

Why is it at this time of crisis
To our enemies we send
The silver-tongued devils who have told every lie,
Cast every dye,
And denied the closest of their friends at dawn?
Shouldn’t we, perhaps, have sent ministers,
Or possibly even saints
If we could have found but a few?
Instead, we find the best of our liars,
Dress them up in fancy suits
Send them out under the seal
Of the land that we love,
And fire them when they fail.
And fail they will,
For without the benevolent guidance
Of a divine mentor,
There are none who might rise to the task,
None who will yet stop to ask,
Can there be peace without surrendering
Our pride?