In the Darkest Night of Man
it seemed that the Sun shone brightest
After world wars of devastating might
One nation assumed the mantle
Power and Promises unprecedented
The Power grew as the promises lapsed unfulfilled
Some good was done but so much more the evil
A silent dictatorship covered the lands
Man was to be condemned to a comfortable infancy
Where his basic needs were to be met
But his higher instincts were to be dissuaded
dissolved and dissipated; to be hardly remembered
A fat amoral sun-burnt coward was destined to be the perpetual hero
Nazism was not vanquished but again assumed power
through a new flashy coat of paint and secret cabals
The world elite laid down their weapons in a reasonable truce
to create a world Empire in perpetuity; no escape for any
To be in the inner council was to keep eternal silence
while the rest basked in a well arranged blindness
To see was not to see and to say was not to speak
The Grandeur that was Man was put unceremoniously to sleep
Poets, Philosophers and Politicians were no longer needed
Just the hum of dumb music was to occupy the twilight
All the world’s struggle had come to this: the most loquacious silence
of dark armies invidiously slowing the march of time
America: Sieg Heil!