Sorry – no time for sentiment
war is about to wage
and hell about to be born.
No sense of triumph
No sense of how…
how to stop the violence
man now on the inhumane trail.
–
No time.
No defence.
Self-inflicted
hence…
A once quiet scene
Trust came along and belted me in the ear.
I heard the sound, the crack upon my mind.
Whatever had I been doing out there –
globally, violently, abusively –
Man, what a monster
when life and death appear so unfair.
Crime – no,
a disaster upon a once quiet scene,
a life enhancing, grace-filled space
destruction now – now no place free or safe.
January 27th, 2014
Tags: Songs of Sorrow