Tuesday, 4 June 2013

FIGHT NOT THE WIND O'GOOD FELLOW



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We fight our enemies over a grain yet
The greenery stare us in the face and
In silence we chant
‘We shall destroy you at the ripening of dawn,
Crackling of noon and rotting away of dusk’.

We drown our enemies over a drop yet
The vast waters flow seamlessly in our presence and
In silence we chant
‘We shall bury your strength in the heart 
Of this earth,
Of waves roaring and breeze twirling’.

We covet our enemies over a crumb yet
Our table is filled with meat and more meat and
In silence we chant
‘We shall starve your desires from the music of hope,
Illumination of their sun and the dance of progress’.

Alas, why fight our own?
Mimicking the jealousy of crabs;
Of selfish men
Of wolves in sheep’s clothing
So we prowl and stagger strenuously in strange shoes; in search of another dream
Forgetting that wind like death knows all, the grain and the green
The crumb and the fill, the drop and the stream
Blowing all into one chaff
Only to notice we have been naked while the real enemy mocked us akimbo
But
We
Have
Another
Chance
Today
To
Shun Hatred.



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4th June 2013



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