Imagine Imagine, If you will, A group of people, A church, Not too far a stretch Calmed into a sleep By A lullaby Of a distant world’s drums Soft, at first, Then suddenly Exposing sharp teeth Gouging out eyes Seeking souls to blind Demons everywhere Pulling out the eyes Unaware, blindly people will stare How, oh, how will they awake From what they believe to be Only a blissful state? What catastrophe will it take? This lust for comfort’s sleep How will it be slaked? Perhaps only a great pain God may have to use If from this dulled sleep They do not rouse, & reach for eternity to gain We will need help So, Watchmen on the walls Ring out in a strong voice Sound out a great call We need no further debates To save one and all Before it becomes indeed For our country, this world, Much, much too late!!