I am in the body
Of the victim
As the dagger
is stabbed in
I see
The wipe
Of the blood
As it is
Withdrawn
I look through
The hole
As the blood
Begins to flow
I feel
The body
As it
Hits the ground
Mother
I say
Don’t die
Mother
I am still alive
Tag: violence
Violence and passivity
Violence and passivity
Go hand in hand
Like boy and girl
Across the blood-stained land
One man stabs another
People carry on
Their pointless lives poisoned
By what’s been done
The world fills up with violence
Cats hiss at birds
Cows munch, elephants die
A calf is snatched from the herd
They carry on hardly concerned
Like Velcro people sticking to promises
Of a man-made paradise on earth
Made of washing machines, democratically led
I wonder if where you’re standing now
Violence struck there years ago
While a crowd of people stood and stared
At a beheading in the snow
And when the food of violence is gone
Violence feeds on itself
For love is treated as absurd
And is second best to wealth
The men with clubs
The men with clubs are on their feet
They swing their clubs around the street
The flower children fall,
They had no help at all.
The men with clubs were on their feet
They swung their clubs about the street
On the Christian bodies they trod
The lovers of the sole God.
The men with clubs are on their feet
They swing their clubs around the street
Juliet will die of sorrow,
And Romeo will die tomorrow.
History as if by rape, fashions the world according to its will
And does so by the threat to kill
With fear and fire, it gets its thrill
and from the innocent blood, that it will spill.
