It dictates our lives, bearing the looks of a mythical time, it. .
Takes on temperatures & such, thus : the political climate
The States - irate, will debate with their wonderful peers
Without realizing that we've been in a state of summer for years
& I don't mean Florida; I feel our prose has been just splendid
For, our leaders have been gold ever since Roosevelt ascended
Did the Eleventh change it? His face ranges from porous to adamant
Some say otherwise, but so far, I feel that George has been adequate
As we move to Autumn, relaxed, we pass the murder scenes
But from the outskirts, I can see the shadows cast on Germany
"Still a barren waste-land," is what I derive from fallen lads. .
Whose epitaphs reign down on us as we arrive in Stalingrad
Winter's inevitable; I can feel it with its deceit & rally cries
Strapping on skis in the blizzard we call the streets of Palestine
Past the Indian Ocean, whose very bottom looks to traffic us
On to the universal sore sport, and the problems in South Africa
There's more winter, ground-hogs save us; we must decide on somethin'
For there are innumerable budding cities between Versailles and London
Mainly Eastern Europe - though lacking unborn terror's appeasement. .
Summer looms around the corner as the most cherished of seasons
The people rule, to an extent; No qualms in bombing the promise-breakers
Continue searching - for, each problem has a common denominator
When you make it, believe. . and please pass potential fiends
Because glory days aren't always strong enough to last for centuries
- Quality