Graeme Edge
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The dark cloak of winter's war
Left a future still unsure
Sitting in a class
Of the future's past
We saw a list of dates
And we knew we would last
To see them all

1984 was a year to fear
Hope was dead
A police state here
Halley's comet was to fly by
And we would see a shining
In the night sky

Now 2001 is soon to come
And just as soon
Will have come and gone

Nothing changes

Standing at the crossroads
Of what is, will be, and was
The obvious eludes us
Not because the zeroes line up
We should change our way of thought
More, if we do not
The way ahead
Is dangerously fraught

And if we did the things
We all know to be right
Left would be the childish fears
Of danger in the night

We, each of us are fine
For we have all heard the word
But grouped together
Babel's triumph stampedes
The thoughtless herd

Nothing changes

Nothing changes
And nothing stays the same
And life is still
A simple game