17 June 2012

MIDST MORTAR SHELL AS ROCKETS FELL

THE VISITOR WALKED ALONE

THROUGH RUINED MOSQUE AND SYNAGOGUE

PAST TEMPLES BATTLE BLOWN

AND ALL THE GUNS FELL SILENT

ON THE STREETS OF SHATTERED STONE

FOR EACH AND EVERY SOLDIER

SAW A COMRADE OF HIS OWN

HE SPOKE TO THE ISREALIS

THE SUNNIS AND THE KURDS

AND EVERY TRIBE OF EVERY TONGUE

COULD UNDERSTAND HIS WORDS

I KNOW NOT, HE SAID FROM WHENCE I CAME

OR WHAT I AM MEANT TO DO

I HAVE NO NATION OR NO NAME

NO GODS TO PRAISE, LIKE YOU

SO ALL THE WISE AND HOLY

AND THOSE OF POWER AND WEALTH

ACCLAIMED HIM AS A SAVIOUR

BUT ONLY FOR THEMSELVES

THEY PLIED HIM THEIR RELIGIONS

REGALED HIM WITH THEIR DEEDS

ALL HOPING HE WOULD FAVOUR THEM

THEIR LORDLY WANTS AND NEEDS

THE VISITOR LISTENED PATIENTLY

TO ALL THAT THEY HAD SAID

THANKED THEM FOR THEIR TROUBLE

THEN KNELT AND BOWED HIS HEAD

AND THEY WAITED IN THEIR CITADELS

THE TEMPLES MADE OF GOLD

SEATS OF POWER AND PALACES

WITH RICHES MANIFOLD

I HEARD NOT WORDS, THE VISITOR SAID

OF PROPHET, GOD OR SEER

JUST MANS INTERPRETATION

OF WHAT HE WANTS TO HEAR

THERE IS ONE VOICE I LISTEN TO

A SOFT AND SILVER SONG

THAT COMES FROM DEEP WITHIN ME

AND TELLS ME RIGHT FROM WRONG

IT TELLS ME, THE COMPASSIONATE

ARE AT ONE WITH MANY THINGS

THOUGH DRESSED IN RAGS ARE EQUAL

TO COURTIERS AND KINGS

TO CARE FOR THE MIGHTY OCEANS

THE RIVERS AND THE TREES

FOR AS CHILDREN OF THE MOTHER EARTH

WE ARE AT ONE WITH THESE

TO RESPECT ALL NATURES CREATURES

THAT SWIM AND FLY AND RUN

EACH HAS ITS PLACE, AS WE DO

BENEATH THE SANGUINE SUN

RELINQUISH GREED AND HATE AND WAR

FOR LOVE AND PEACE INSTEAD

SO THE HOMELESS CAN BE SHELTERED

AND THE STARVING MAY BE FED

I KNOW NOT, HE SAID FROM WHENCE I CAME

OR WHAT I AM MEANT TO DO

EXCEPT PERHAPS TO ASK YOU

TO FIND YOUR OWN VOICE TOO

AND MANY FOUND THEIR SILVER SONG

SO FOUND A BETTER WAY

AND LISTENED NOT TO WEASEL WORDS

THE GUILEFUL HAD TO SAY

THEY CAST ASIDE THEIR WEAPONS

AND TOOK THEIR BROTHERS HAND

STOPPED FELLING ANCIENT FORESTS

CEASED POISONING THE LAND

RICH MENS WARS GREW LESS AND LESS

THE WHEELS OF GREED GROUND SLOW

THEIR BOUNTY BORNE ON SUFFERINGS BACK

WAS FALTERING IN ITS FLOW

SO THEY PLOTTED IN THEIR DARK DOMAINS

THEIR EMPIRES OF THE NIGHT

TO END THE WORLDS SALVATION

ENLIGHTENMENT AND LIGHT

THE CYBERNETIC SOLDIER SENT

COULD HEAR NO TENDER VOICE

COULD SEE NO FRIEND OF COMRADE

JUST VICTIM OF THEIR CHOICE

THE VISITOR LISTENED ONE LAST TIME

AS HIS TIME ON EARTH WAS THROUGH

IT SIMPLY SAID – FORGIVE THEM

FOR THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO

TOM MAY

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