Thursday, 3 September 2009


The war declared at eleven
Was fought on behalf of everyone
Who didn’t want to go to hell,
And after six years evil fell
And a world fit for the living
Was riven from the fingers of the dead.

But little changed upon the
World’s surface: borders closed their
Doors, people still sought each
Other’s blood, economies
Rose, stood still or stalled
Within similar halls of stone columns,

And all the bleeding and
Begging and shredding of people
Upon green, gold or blue has
Little to do with today
Where the old are impaired
And young are not weighed correctly.

1 comment:

  1. brilliant @iangoole, just excellent