The shape of things to come, an Edwardian nightmare....
Dexter sat by his fire
as the flames were about to expire
fogged notions appeared in his mind
some unseemly at best unkind
He saw wars so bad
now a people oh so sad
factories gone, the land now sold
shipyards gone and the furnaces cold
Britannia had ruled the waves
now her people are economic slaves
bankers, politicians, a new world order
spiralling prices and people getting poorer
When he awoke his eyes were damp
outside a glow from a tall gas lamp
what visions did he see
on this August night in 1914......
The lanterns are going out all over Europe, we shall not see them lit again in our lifetime.......
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