It seems that the hard rains
are going to fall,
we are entering the mire,
of people talking about
yet more total war;
yet more American poisons
being forced on poorer countries;
it seems the earth is trembling,
signing its last great pangs,
as it awaits the hard rains of ruin.
then there will just be you and me my dearest
hugging, and struggling together through,
the dark winter blight,
with our love to pull us through to the new dawn.