What fog hangs over planet Earth?
What mist veils beauty’s face?
What ether lurks with ill intent?
What gangs men race ‘gainst race?
What ill begets such heavy scorn?
What hurts grip each so much?
What lies, what torment, and what pain?
What power craves into touch?
What might then kills the innocent?
What maims to win a score?
What loathing for another one?
What hate sets men at war?