In the death-prone winter of our discontent,
the world lay languishing from mitotic chaos
and malignant uncertainty—spreading a pandemic
cancer of destruction over the body of moral humanity.
Infected rebirth cells—aping crusade history,
scatter worldwide; blown like dry leaves
in chilling winds of cold war seasons.
Infested prophesied converts
armed with death’s stoical smiling spirit,
stalk corridors of life with skewed equanimity;
dispensing dreadful diseased despotic retributions.
Here in the frozen season of time, Armageddon
stalks democracy in the cold midnight hour.
In the thinning twilight eve of destruction,
world watchers waddle time away—constructively
engaged in spotlight moments of changing scenes.
Let us not our weary world wallow
in the mirage of winter’s deceit; let not
her frigid blast shatter our reed of hope
nor out our burning candle of love.
Let us daringly stare adversity in the eye;
let us rekindle the spirit of unity; by all means
let us refashion the crumble stones of our morality;
let us rebuild a new and better world void of all hate;
let peace be the dominant ethos of our renewed humanity.