Gibberish, or Sense?

The monkeys will attack at dawn The cats and apes are on the lawn The jackal heaves a weary sigh When all the birds are flying by The horses trot and stomp their hooves The rabid dogs put on their gloves The boxing zebras flare their stripes The lone man ducks, avoids the swipe It all unrolls, a crazy dream Where nothing sane is as it seems The world reverses on its spin The whole thing is a crashing din Insanity becomes the norm A twisting fate seen as the worm It all becomes so hideous Yet we stand there, oblivious The failure then consumes us all We fail to see its simple call The world at peace, it is our goal At stake is our immortal soul