"Herr: es ist Zeit" Rilke
Lord it is time.
Their rage is fueled as un-holymen chant "Death".
Their chant - a poison steering weaklings to a blast,
And we by power, logic, wisdom blessed
Stand helpless to avert a madman's wrath.
Lord it is time!
While Nature lulls with beauty lullabies,
Their veins raise up and fill with demon rage.
Lord, act. Unblind their souls, assuage their cries
with knowledge of love. Lord...heal our age...
Why now? The child has glimpsed your end of game.
The plagiarist, unchecked, in darkness plots.
Please guide us, stop the bombs, the reign of pain,
Lord, whisper "Peace" and move our hand from "Hot".