I trot this one out around election times... it never grows inappropriate. Not to me. Not when the world remains in the mess it is in...
Hark! The birds of prey assemble,
and blood dripps from their sharpened beaks,
So our leaders do resemble,
Hear their pre-election shrieks,
Clouds of doom are fast approaching,
Despair : the mood of every man,
Greed and hate are thus encroaching,
on each and every life they can.
Portents of an evil morrow,
Mongers of a violent age,
Spreaders of the world's sad sorrow,
Breeders of the world's new rage.
Suffer all the little children,
Victims of a world insane,
Of war, of sickness, and of famine,
Losers in a world of gain