Confusion

When the brain is feverish and wild
Imagination’s seized  by all that’s bad
Look upon its works with temper mild

In  shared dreams by wickedness beguiled
The rulers  are dictators of the mad
When the brain is feverish and wild

As the warships  on cold seas set sail
The images of death make humans sad
Be calm and breath with care and temper mild

Provoking nightmares  in both strong and frail
The  world is lost and with it goes our God
When the world is feverish and wild

Struggling on the way with  winter gales
Burdened by long memories of blood
Should we live with temper ever mild?

Is this a dream or evil in full bud?
Are we sleeping in the   mythic wood?
When the brain is feverish and wild
Our minds run fast,   and  all sense is derailed