Calm be, though the world seems mad, As if on the eve of doom, In other lands things happen bad, And war it seems to loom, It looks so bad as its at our door, Other times was far away, It could be ignored before It cannot be today.
The world has always been fighting It seems was is like a need,
And man is like an animal sighting As he striked to quell his greed, A greed for gold and power A bloodlust from the smell of oil God protect us in this hour: And Satan's Folly foil!