The crack is widening without check
Decaying righteous spaces
Uglifying features of grace  
What force will intervene
For probity's sake.

The black bird caws
Warns of the impending strife
The dove coos on the dome of empire
Lamenting lack of Love's fire
Gnostics rejoice in melody of day
And every fool enjoys the tune of play.

The curtain is coming down
Not to end the exhibit
But to conceal the curing spirit.

The road is narrowing for the Just
Terminating the tour of trust
What lies ahead is forged fear
Dominating the resurgence of believer.

The crack of divisiveness
Dilapidating common sense
What warrior shall rise to fling the flame
Of Justice, Love and Dream.