Cassandra Poem by David Baker

A Cassandra calamity
is about to explode
Beyond my capacity
My calm erodes

Tilting at windmills
both real and fake
As the boat of sanity
floats down the lake

A self-filling prophet
does no one no good
If I can change the past
And change our present
I know that I would

For even guardian angels
Can fall to hell
So heed these words
And know them well:

You can win all the battles
And still, lose the war
You can love too much
And then love no more.