This is an age of inversion,
Where fair is foul, foul fair,
A time of mass deception,
And people just don’t care.
An age of image manipulation,
Where you can’t trust your very eyes,
A time when foes reap harvests
Of a picture of any child who dies.
An age of wolves protected
From a sheep trying to stay alive,
Of humans rights only to those who
Take other humans’ lives.
An age of sheer impudence,
Where suited foes make demands
Right after their vested counterparts
Have on planes been laying their hands.
An age of covenants of the damned,
Where peace and justice are invoked,
Manifestos mixed with Bism Allah
Flames thought dead restoked.
An age of carrots constant
In face of mortal threat,
A time of self-negation
In face of the foes most gruesome yet.
O Israel, no place is going to be safe.
The danger is spreading to all coasts.
Gird yourselves now with armor,
Both earthly, and that of the L-rd of Hosts!
Hat tip (for inspiration):
Words of Santayana by Russ Vaughn.