Friday, 21 September 2007


Were you a boy who played in trees,
Ran down dusty lanes so as not to be late for tea?

I hide and am hungry.
I dare not run far for a mine may greet me before mother.

You live behind such high gates,
Whilst a slow death march into terror's marsh is our fate.

Did you dream as a boy,
And wake needing a father's hand on your shoulder?

I can no longer remember the features of my father's face.
Your image fills my every waking moment.

I am so small.
Your power is a fast-flowing river full of bodies.

What do you recall tonight,
As the wind blows through the dry grasses?

I wanted to be a doctor,
A ship's captain, an explorer, a pilot...

I wanted to be a teacher, a builder of houses, a writer...
Anything, anything at all, but not, never, ever, a freedom-fighter.

Tuesday, 18 September 2007

Pure Steel

The flashing blade
Will blind the enemy's eye
For a moment in time

The advantage gained
Sure-footed on the Rock
With a firm grip

Thrust forward the Spirit's sword
The pure steel will not fail
Jesus is Lord

Friday, 14 September 2007


unmet vows are sworn
into the night sky
they gather towards
one bleeding dawn
so many promises broken
as morning scatters holy wars
wholly yours, wholly mine
hurry away my love
the time dies
rest will not kiss you
see the horizon
and not the demise
beauty still marches
truth stands silently
goodness has vanished
but we remain
no more, no more war
some still say it's a just
expression of man's aggression
as his hands drip sores
in the wet garden
the story unfolds
the plot is a forest
in which many are lost
woe-filled worlds collide
the end is an arrow
right through my heart
my love please hide
how will we break
the back of despair
pray and weep with me
for warfare is made
choice is before us
His feet are passing
My man, where are you?
Rest in my shade

Thursday, 13 September 2007

dogs of war

dogs of war are fighting on
our hearts full of pity
for kids with no hands to hold
no feet to run and tell
of nasty dreams and screams
who will turn you in?
you curs of the world
you curse us
barking at the broken dawn
we stare into the night
you lick your silver and gold
have your bloody feast
and god knows what is