Marching into destruction

 

Can we hang on to this

moment of peace? 

Just us in the moonlight please.

I’m sick of hanging my head in shame,

whilst outside our windows

the world is screeching in pain.

Can we just hold it all in?

Let the noise ease.

I pray for us.

I say of course

that I’m not fussed

but the war drums

are calling us.

 

Those marching feet

Left, right. left, right.

Both sides

want to fight

but us on the outside

just want to let the world

unite.

Untie those binds

of generations,

the patriotism

for our slave nations.

 

I won’t pick up your stones.

I won’t throw a rock.

I won’t look down a barrel stock

at another human running in shock

when the torn sky

cries its fire down upon them.

 

Your propaganda

doesn’t work with me.

I won’t stand wearing our flag,

it doesn’t represent me.

I resent the hate

shown in my name,

and I won’t stain

this beautiful world

with blood,

nor be a mouthpiece for

those that think that we should.

For I believe

humanity should be saved,

for our souls can all align,

if we tune out the division

forced over the airwaves.

 

I won’t pound my fist

to the beat of your drum,

I won’t hiss and screech

at someone born under the same sun

just because I’m told to fight.

I won’t believe a word said

by those on the left or the right,

by those that have proven

time and time again

that they can never be trusted.

Instead, I’ll open my arms

and say ‘take refuge within’

for this is our world

and we can all live side by side,

enjoying the ride

or we can fight and die

never to see another sunrise fill our eyes.

I know which one I’d choose.