I wandered into a maelström
where the shouting turned to war
I wished them all a good day
cast a spell, they were no more.
Would that real life were so easy
that men of violence could be swayed
by a simple spell or by reason
enmity would remain un-displayed
To think of the peace we could all enjoy
at the nurturing of every child
all of the knowledge that could be spread
in a world where war was reviled.
©Joe Wilson – I still live in hope… 2014
And the days were spent in wonder
at all the horrors He’d seen
He sent unholy flooding and chaos
To wash the planet clean.
To see if change was ever made
He waited then two thousand years
But horror still was all around
And what He saw proved all His fears.
Can man not recognise his fate
can he not see when he is wrong
can man not see of His design
that words like peace and love mean strong.
The fiery pits that destroy our Earth
aren’t in the depths of Hell
they’ll be the fire and cordite
of that last exploding shell!!
©Joe Wilson – Self-made Armageddon… 2014
After the dark shall cometh the light
Exploded into by man’s devilish slight
To ruin the land and dominate all
The Earth falls into a deathly pall.
Sides will get taken along the way
The poor of learning will never get a say
The rich and clever will make the rules
History shows the poor are their tools.
A poor woman begs for work or bread
Her very rich neighbour kicks her in the head
And laws are passed to keep them down
And hidden from view on behalf of the crown.
Arguments start and war then breaks out
That guileless citizens know nothing about
But involved they become as their faith is then tested
Forced into arms for the thoughts they’ve invested.
Only a minority will claim they’re the proudest
But they have the guns and their voice is the loudest
We get swept along and get hurt on the way
Young children in war games with no time for play.
After the dark shall cometh the light
Exploded into by man’s devilish slight
He ruins the land and dominates all
As Earth now descends into it’s deathly pall.
©Joe Wilson – The inhumanity of it all… 2014
Waking from eternal sleep
To see that fate had played a hand
Destruction wrought upon the world
Impossible to understand.
Air is still so polluted
Not as bad as once before
At least the belching chimney pots
Don’t push out black smoke any more.
Swathes of roads through forests
Means magnificent trees are gone
That vital part of the equation
Giving oxygen to everyone.
Not content with destroying all of those
We pollute our rivers too
Pesticides sprayed across the land
Are eaten by wildlife, and me and you.
We fill our greedy faces
With processed food that’s poor
So many children nowadays
Don’t see real food anymore.
And then, as if that’s not enough
We kill each other too
What on earth do we do that for
Obsolescence for me and you.
©Joe Wilson – Our fate…? 2014
His death could oh so easily have been avoided
At eighteen he was far far too young to die
But the belief that lay within him was so powerful
Now his family have just the memories and they cry.
Men have always gone off fighting for their ideals
And their kinsfolk are the one’s put under strain
For the sickening news that often gets brought to them
Turns their once sun-happy days to ones of rain.
It doesn’t matter a single jot whose side they fight on
The resulting family heartache is still the same
There are those who would use these young men’s keenness
And exploit them in their own political game.
There’s a funeral now as another boy is laid down
And his family are beside themselves in grief
But governments have been this young man’s killer
Politicians stole his heartbeat like a thief.
©Joe Wilson – A stolen heartbeat…2014
Beneath the veil of nations’ fears
Underneath their eyelids’ tears
Are secrets kept of vile misdeeds
Of many wars these are the seeds.
Adventurers sailed around the world
Their nation’s flags they then unfurled
Then raped the land of all they saw
And stole the wealth found in the core.
Independence now those countries claim
To stand alone, be proud their aim
But our ancestors fiscal curse
We robbed, pillaged and bared their purse.
So now they strike out on their own
The country’s wealth pared to the bone
They end up fighting among themselves
Supplied with weapons from dealers shelves.
This circle will go around and around
Till every human is in the ground
And you my friend when you read this tome
Will wish that you had not left home.
©Joe Wilson – The seeds of war…2014
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