The winds of change blow loud and clear
The sound incites a world in fear
Where shall we search for safety’s sake
How can we heal the pain and ache ?
Is this part of the coming age
Have we now turned another page,
Are we to find we have become
The wart upon old Satan’s thumb ?
Tis true to think we mean no harm
Except to echo this alarm
To save our faith, our way of life
From evil’s ill and anger’s strife !
Claire V. Bogdanos 