Michele de Nostradame

Sitting in a room
Lit by candlelight
A forecaster of doom
Works into the night
Staring in a bowl
Created just for scrying
He looks into a hole
And sees a people dying
The Frenchman makes a record
Of everything he sees
Most of it is discord
Chaos and disease
Hitler he had prophesized
The fall of Russia too
He saw an Empire's demise
At a place called Waterloo
Soon his final tale
Might come to our despair
A war which will entail
Destruction everywhere
According to the quatrains
The man in the blue hat
Will make sure that his terror reigns
And it could be Arafat
For one score and seven years
The bloody war will last
Realizing all men's fears
When the final die is cast
The man who saw our present day
Michele de Nostradame
Said it can be kept away
Without a single bomb
Destiny is ours to make
Is what the prophet said
All we have to do is wake
Before we lose our head
If only we could realize
What we all are doing
If we opened up our eyes
We'd see is us we're screwing
Now, there is a way
To avert the conflagration
One thing I can say
To every single nation
The land upon which you sit
Is for everybody's use
So I can't figure why is it
This priviledge you abuse
Why is it you tell your child
He must learn to share