All about the towns of violence
See the dove, there he rests
Ringing out his song of silence
From the love beats in his chest
Hear him sing ye soldiers marching
Smiling at the coiling smoke
Well your guns will do their arching
Though you might think life's a joke
And all death is merely piling
Bodies up to count to ten
Facing walls the men go filing
But they cry as women wept
See the dove go spiralling, spiralling
Over above the tower blocks
Peaceful bird of love is riling
With the dragon which strangles hope
Come now let down your ladders trailing
Up to heaven's stair as rope
Though the hangman's snares are rivalling
Jesus, God and the Holy Ghost
Fight the urge to despair my young ones
All is love, when love is most
And when is least, then forget worth-whiling,
All is worthy when the Lord's your host
Army, army young men smiling
Young women in their arms may boast
But the dove he yet goes spiralling
Above the town where he's needed most
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