In times of peace

Good called on the tempests of Zeus
 to declare war
 against Evil.

 Like a wild beast it rose up
 to kill evil
 and from the heights of the Heavens
 to exterminate it...
 to flatten it
 with the roar and power of thunderbolts.

 Evil died...entered the ground
 the garbage of earth
 gave it a soul.
 It raised its head...stood up straight
 reentered the world in a driving rain.

 Those were you see times of peace.

 Good lived on intoxicated
 wearing the laurels of triumph
 and the tuxedo of justice.
 It gave evil a pardon
 in the name of the coexistence of nations and ideas.

 Wars and tempests were forgotten
 and the thunderbolts
 and as in the beginning
 lived together again in the name of peace
 so in a while war
 starts all over again from the beginning.