War for our time

An echo from times gone by
four score years and three
but the broken glass
still crunches under the jackboot

Whether script be Cyrillic or Latin
The warnings went unheeded
Peace at all costs, now
War for our time

Station incident

The train of hope
was held at
a signal at black

The points were set against
a flight
to hope

The wheels of fate
turned to
a flight to death