Suffering of the Now –
Kills in spirit
The body saved from
The last war –
This is the spoil for new armies
Falling bombs missed the delicate
Child with sweet hands –
Who grew into lovely woman
In the suffering Now
Ready for rape –
Sickness is not only death
Cruelty is not only man –
Beneath a laughing sky
Political germs spread the agony
Of the Cross –
Answers escape like bullets
Through a skull –
Shrilling it is never enough to die –
Whilst your country’s flag
Waves in the senile breeze –
Above your graves-dead youths –
Paved with your mothers’ tears –
Noble in foreign soil
You all rot –
March to live –
Strike out perverted hate –
With clean, young hands –
Remember why men died –
Do not allow the sperming of H-bombs –
Or ‘fall-outs’ to sprinkle death
Through the blood –
March to Freedom’s wanting song –
Singing of camps
And bleeding hearts –
Of Mans’ suffering,
Let pity whip your mind –
As you realize
Against your youth
War will always try
To score a huge success!
Shänne Sands
from the collection Moonlight on Words published by FootSteps Press
Praeterea, puto arma nuclearia Persiae delenda esse