Who can know the future,
man is fickle.
If we had eyes to see, we might see we in a pickle.
Nations in debt, over their ears..
Robbed by thieves and liars;
Exalted by wicked queens;
Headed for a showdown, or so it seems?
Peace they say comes at a price,
Two percent now, but five would be nice.
War machines; pay the bill.
That\'s what you need to keep it still.
Will their be a time of peace?
How long will it last?
Looking down a barrel
What a way to save your arse.