my little yellow car,
Across bare floorboards, not very far.
Dad was unemployed, but we still had food,
But toes got soaked poking through our shoes.
The bloody war was such a drudgery for men,
As political ambitions were depriving us then.
Many died in ignorance of why they were killed,
Carrying out the orders that others had willed.
It left us all with less than before it began,
Destroying the cities, the people, the land.
Borders extended by the political "beast",
Their warriors left for the birds as a feast.
"Driving others" to work for them was their aim,
From desks of excuse their orders became.
The dictator, a Nazi, deceived us all greatly,
Wearing his bloodied uniform stately.
Simple life made complicated, continued on,
We admired on celluloid stars now gone.
Though music recalls those moments long past,
The Word reveals moulds deceptively cast.
Apprehensively we wait for the war of wars,
Bringing new order with a righteous cause,
When arrogant people shall no longer be,
In a "new earth" where the humble
my nature, are smoother now,
From sufferings, not sweat, on my greying brow,
Through Spirit reminders of the perfect Law,
The "veil" is removed to reveal those
One's past sins forgiven shall not come to mind,
When God shall be ruling, and not satan's kind.
And promoters of fear in schools, work and home,
At death shall in torments then
ceaselessly roam. (4)