The New World Order

Behold the world, this Earth, our home, This marble and its moon And how they've got all space to roam Yet dance a preset tune... Are we the same? Like puppets here? Manipulated minds? Who bears the blame for Mankind's fear Which daily twists and binds? Behold the times in which we live, The super-rich and poor, The Christian saints who seek to give While populations soar... Consider countries one-by-one, Resources dwindling fast And nothing new under the sun That's truly meant to last... Behold the future times ahead, The days and nights unknown, The feeling that each nation's led Into some Twilight Zone... Like slaves not given chance to think, Just puppets on a string, Left in the quicksand, there to sink, No rescue rope to cling... Behold the common man that's left, Now bankrupt and forlorn And watch his countenance bereft, When confidence is torn... And count the riches, if you dare, You'll see they've disappeared And in the time that you've all stared, More treasures have been cleared... Behold the news, both good and bad, It's worse, much worse, my friend, For Man has lost the joy he had And senses it's the end... While banks hold sway, the world will grieve For prices rise and rise And with high prices freedoms leave, So please don't feign surprise... Behold the callous crimes remain, The New World Order rules With no point strolling Memory Lane, That folly's just for fools... If not for love, the world is lost, No pardon on its way And Antichrist will pay the cost, Beholding Judgment Day... Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2011.