Who can distinguish night from day
In the twilight of history?
Does this dull light signal nights end,
Or only the last light of day?

Some believe the sun will soon rise
To reverse the flow of darkness,
While others hear the dying screams
Of their Destiny Manifest.

Stopped at another crossroads,
I find the choices offered
Too narrow and limiting.
Promises of salvation
From new world ordered pulpits
Cannot quench the thirst to live
Beyond the fear and sanctioned greed
Of material lifelessness.

If today our shadow is seen,
Will the growing darkness condemn
Six more generations to die
Dreaming the somnambulant dream?