Who

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.