The Young Will Be Misled Poem by Basil Gentleman

the young will be misled.
many men will march off to die
serving wicked masters
they believed to be good.
men and women will be
deceived utterly and perish.
so many will keel over and die
or be thrown into giant pits.
a man will rise out of the midst of chaos and pain
he will be wearing red or the colour green
and will bring death and destruction.
a foul stink will fill the air
the Sun and the Moon will be obscured in the sky.
there will be death and despair all around.
behold:
one man will rise out of it
he will seize the day
and slay the grim terrible figure.
the world will be saved.
rejoice!
he will come