The war of worlds when worlds were well
and tides were high and feelings swelled.
Nights of passion were known of not
before Adam and Eve curse forethought.
The war of worlds when worlds were well.
When knowledge unheard of and words like original sin
consigned to a cosmic dustbin.
Creator God in his magic worlds
invented different types of birds,
dinosaurs and mammals,
alien camels, and it was the war of worlds when worlds were well.
Fantastical civilisations innocently triumphant,
their battle only for brilliant inventiveness.
Yet in the dawn of newest day the werewolf bayed his spell
Spoke of prophecies now lost in wonder and darkness.
Yet in a tiny lily-pad a frog leapt briskly by.
The murmuring bounce of the crickets dance gave freshness to the skies.
There was no war where worlds were well and innocence was bliss.
Grace, goodness, consequences.
Until a serpent slickly came between the desert sun,
like a threaded needle spun his lies,
consigned humanity to land to bear fruit
and no more were there wars of worlds when worlds were well
but hardened hands and bitten legs, scourging loss of innocence.
Now here we stand on ocean and on land.
The War of Worlds could it be three?
The triumph of man made anxiety
where left, right, liberal, Muslim, black, white or Jew
cannot decide between them for good or ill
Let there be no more war and our world be well.