REBIRTH OF DEATH---THE TIME IS NOW

A brush of blood smears swastika streaks on the door of an innocent Jew.
The streets ablaze with malignant mobs who seek God's chosen few.
A cold gray sky of evil clouds stabs icicles in the blue.
A twisting trail of blood is blazed. Such things men often do.
Like lonely echoes lift from lips and propagate in space,
Like summer weeds thrive angrily and spit in nature's face,
Like weaklings turn to supermen behind a gun's embrace,
The venom fangs of slimy snakes infect the human race,
The Bible's words, the Lord's deep truths, the teachings of the wise
Are burned at stakes by angry mobs who see not with their eyes
And spoilers from a long dead past from lonely graves arise.
The freedom man once cherished shrivels up and dies.
The time is now, not yesterday. The haters grow in skill.
The angel of infectious death bids men to do her will.
"Scorch the earth!" the madmen cry. "Catch them all and kill!"
Hate moves ever onward. The men of peace stand still.