Poetry

Thursday, 21 September 2017

No man's land

It was long ago and I had lost the feeling of the fall
The broken tambourine played by the hand
Was knocked against the wall
The shake of bells
The sound of drums
As the mourners come
And all hell breaks loose in the streets
The day that Kingdom comes

It was long ago and darkness
Filled the waking hour
Two thieves stalked in the night
Up the stairs of the white marble tower
One just wanted honesty
To be paid in bell flowers
The other wanted innocense returned
From foreign powers

I saw the thing from a distance
And shot a shooting glance
That echoed with all the resistance
That could be mustered outside of France
And laughing said oh well
I'll tell the bell to toll
And it will ring for them who dance
In the midnight of their soul

A few were lucky they did escape
The room which filled with black
When soldiers of the unseen vision
Started to come back
A few were not and fought
With their dying thought
That what if dying is like drought
As Drinking was to thought
That what if dying means the end of all
These foreign wars
Which keep the soul away from home
And locked up of outdoors

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