Poetry for the Inner Ear

 into every generation comes an archfiend we have to fight somehow dew on the grass  best mercy on the poorest wisdom better than choice gold

 devil firing ballistic missile pine for prophetic voices we need to talk to god pray for the planet gone mad pray for bright tomorrows delectable mountains

 ruthless nuclear arsenal slaying children harmless pray for another dawn mercy and righteousness always destination of peace angels radiate invisibly

 all war is barbarous peace loving buddhas disappear the right way is to create a new world without missiles and rockets satan pushed out of the land no nuclear bomb evidence of paradise regained