When does the quaint hope enhance the hour?

I went to bed last night,
at an unusually early hour
Not sure I would wake up
Visions of the 1950s
Cold war hysteria
Crowded my sleep
Warmongers here
Warmongers there
The world has never been
Closer to the brink
This is not Brinkmanship
Nor is it diplomacy
No, it is sheer lunacy!
When will we find our hope?
Faint and obscurely hidden
We need it now as never before
To give us a dream to live for
The doomsayers cry
‘ The End is Nigh!’
And for once I think
Maybe they have a point!

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