by user Speakeezie (( )) There’s an uneasy eerie foreboding in the air, The scent of treachery and hatred, everywhere. Talk of war, in papers and on the radio, On television, in cafes, wherever you go. Between the White House and United Nations, Sounds of discord and soured relations. Twin towers of freedom and wealth, Brought crashing down by evil stealth, While forces stand at action stations, The air is black with recriminations. The French and Germans play childish games, Driving wedges through America’s aims. __NOEDITSECTION__