another sunrise red and full of fire

no concord here each tends to gripe
the wisest cannot ever reach accord
the fruit of discord now is fully ripe
and misrule comes with its accustomed lord

where once a peace reigned albeit of woe
now fear and fire have their fell forms combined
who once was friend now may be direst foe
the evil and the good are intertwined

this we are told is but a passing stage
a time uncertain but one that will pass
the signs of anger passion war and rage
will vanish under a sea calm as glass

and those who rule and bear the tiresome load
insist even now that nothing will explode