Over half a million minutes past the first occurrence,
we look into the future,
Wondering what lessons we have learned or left behind,
Facing the imminence of war,
Because of what was done or what some want to do.
You see, if you're like me, you've examined the elite few
  and understand that no deed is too dastardly
  if conceived for the order of a
  New World.
Old  World was too slow,
Too moral,
Too hued,
Too mortal,
So hastily, we forcibly move to the beat of a different drummer,
   as he beats out the code to beat down our brothers who are essentially
the
same.
No one truly knows, that's why you must look him in his face and read
between
those
  wrinkled lines,
Excavate to the core of the eyes and you will see the truth there buried
beneath his lies.
He tells us that our security is threatened by agents of terror
but how dare he forget about
  Somalia and Rwanda, Cuba and Panama,
  the ghettos of North, South and Latin America.
But who's going to speak against his blasphemous babble
when media magnates provide
  so much effective propaganda.
In town halls, no one.
Behind four walls, five, maybe ten % will comprehend that the devil can't be
killed by his own guns,
  which leaves us trusting in the Father and Sun...Moon, Stars and all the
earthly elements,
Planning for that day of Resurrection, praying for direction to move God's
people toward a "real" Democracy.