an age of anxiety

war comes too soon war to the knife
all that is past returns now to the fore
hell is the memory of days of yore

the planet is a single field of strife
the enemy is always at the door
war comes too soon war to the knife

to speak of terror is to speak of life
of fabled peace we now will have no more
all of our weapons have come out of store
war comes too soon war to the knife