The Peacemakers

Simple lines are drawn in sand
Before too long a raid is planned
Evading those so underhand
They would presume to claim this land

Off we sneak in battle dress
Such gentle men and ladies, less
To mop and mock the endless mess
Than blow things up, as merciless

To violence we’ve long adhered
We have become the thing we feared
And afterwards may not be cleared
Of careful killings, well prepared

Poor War has wandered far and wide
From hill to valley, mountainside
And sunk such fortunes, fear and pride
To foster thoughts of suicide

Promoting causes, long since lost
He breeds support and hides the cost
Our future terrorists to host
More pointless conflict, until most

If not quite all are lying dead
Two tribes with matching holes in head
Surrounded by twin pools of red
Both died for an ideal, it’s said

And what is left to selfless men
But legends of their struggle, gain?
We heed such calls to follow pain
Our children reach for arms again.

A fair-weather wish

Jenny fair did bake and share
A loaf of bread with Mohammed
But no more neighbourly will she
Towards his fam’ly choose to be.
For men are fools and in their woe
Have chosen sides, writ where to go
And who to like, and when to care,
No more with ‘them’ may ‘we’ now share.
Thus ‘fraternizing’ as it seems
With ‘enemies’ gives way to dreams
And nightly terrors do invoke
Those friendships we of late, revoke.
Yet those of conscience among men
Know full well there’s no ‘us’ or ‘them’
And ‘gainst the tide their friends have kept
While others, cowards, hid and wept.
Fair-weather friends, no man does need,
Yet caution, people, do take heed:
If mankind turns upon its own,
And ties of old to winds are thrown,
We risk more than we know, I fear,
And all mankind may disappear.
These winds of change, that blow no good
Are swiftly killing brotherhood.