Hight Tide

High tide May, warm sunlight, mild breeze and under a parasol casts a cooling shade. The hum of insect A barking dog White clouds on blue velvet The peace is restless a sense of danger the big powers have been banging on their war drums conditioning us we are being groomed for war It is like psychoses, we want war now fight for the fatherland against an enemy not defined the noble death The song contest in Europe has done a coup, but it Is not enough Two jet fighters streak across the sky they are flying low piloted by flinty eyes. Perhaps the coming war is a natural progression a bloodletting that happens in regular intervals nothing can be done like Thor`s hammer it strikes when it want to evening now grass are asleep the shade has become night we can`t but wait