When progress marches backwards and believes it makes a stance

then what is left for tomorrow; does it even stand a chance?

When progress is to stumble back into its failed abyss

the future that lies bright ahead will simply go amiss.

We’ll blunder on and fall in traps as we have done before

and let the same old masters lead us to yet another war.

But freedom’s not to dance to the tune of some mad Piper

for every note comes through a flute made from a deadly viper.