The storm waves are brewing,
dangerous ideas have been stewing.
The barriers and guide-rails fail,
war and conflict is up for sale.

Who,  of you, will buy into this,
and risk the churning sea mist?
Will you even feel a pulling rip-tide
taking you deeper, for a deadly ride?

You see the red flags flying
You know people are dying,
and there’s no rescue if you go,
there’s only the abyss below.

An unthinking herd wades right in
following the powerful once again
into these stormy seas of hate
and on toward hell’s fiery gate.

Turn back before it’s too late!