(A seductive voice, smiles as it looks over New York. While the sun rises)

So my old record plays

As the early morning mists slowly
Drift in

And herald the new dawn of those beguiled by sin

The politicians
Government's

People
Lovers and haters

Oh, how the air is rich
With such irreducible tension

As they all wander around with delicious apprehension

Gossipping
Feeling self important and all the while never knowing

They've been all bewitched

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

With global wars, politics and tensions worldwide, on many levels.

Has the power of influence shifted slightly to the other side, in the spiritual game of freewill

Between two immortal powers?

Can you feel the world slowly getting darker?