Little Brother

Wars have been and wars will be

Till the human race is run;

Battles red by land and sea,

Never peace beneath the sun.

I am old and little care;

I'll be cold, my lips be dumb:

Brother mine, beware, beware . . .

Evil looms the wrath to come.

Eastern skies are dark with strife,

Western lands are stark with fear;

Rumours of world-war are rife,

Armageddon draweth near.

If your carcase you would save,

Hear, oh hear, the dreadful drum!

Fly to forest, cower in cave . . .

Brother, heed the wrath to come!

Brother, you were born too late;

Human life is but a breath.

Men delve deep, where darkly wait

Sinister the seeds of death,

There's no moment to delay;

Sorrowing the stars are blind.

Little Brother, how I pray

You may sanctuary find.

Peoples of the world succumb . . .

Fly, poor fools, the WRATH TO COME!