do not deceive yourself, o my friends,

for they are on the march again,

so certain now that might is right

 

faded blooms of sixty-seven

must needs flower again, once more

inside machine guns muzzles grow

 

no matter how silly the dream

seemed then and may yet still be,

forgotten, darkness will descend

 

falling on you, me, all of us

darkness falls alongside hatred,

dividing always, you from me

 

eyes blind with night, we shall not see

ears deaf with screams, we shall not hear

silent with fear, we shall not speak