dark gains

 We don't realize we have have fallen

And raised the demon of War

Through worshipping the money God

Our own souls have become poor

And in each untidy corner, forgotten

And left sore

A little bit of darkness grows

And creeps under the door

Ill-gotten gains and more

Ill-gotten gains

What blood money

Can put our dignity to shame

For out the other side of happenstance

The colours soon will drain

Showering on the heads of ambition

Ill-gotten gains.

Armistice

 I've seen this world go up in flames

Then down again soon fall the rains

And ashes burnt, but memory remains

It's all just a part of the game

And I create while you destroy

You treat this world like it's your little toy

But can you claim you don't enjoy

The lives you squander, girl or boy

I should have thought you'd have had enough

What's life worth and at what cost?

Will death come cruising for your ghost

In hidden halls of your war post

Write a letter home won't you

Tell of the murder that you do

Explain to your mother and your father

How you rape, pillage and torture 

If this crime belies your heart

What a black place it is to start

Make a new world instead your art

Paint with brushes not with darts

Cut the cloth to fit the mode

The time of living in this abode

Is over so soon before it begins

All babies surely are born without sins

No child deserves such a death

Wrenched from life at their first breath

For the sake of lives much farther along

Despite the heartache, despite the wrong

What justice is there in killing the young

In defence, or to prove that you're strong

It is weaker still to aim your big guns

At innocents who've done you no wrong

So put away your guns of shame

And let peace reign again

It matters not what hot words have flown

Let sleeping dogs lie

Return to your home

All flags of nations should have one hue

The white flag of truce

To show their fighting is through

And if Armistice means any kind of gain

Let us speak true and end the war games

Dove town

 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

End game- ?

 What is the end game?

They win,

Russia are stronger and more than a threat than ever.

We need to knock them down now

And we need to stand up for Ukraine

If the Hungarian government

won't we

then refuse to pay our taxes in defiance

Don't Panic captain Good Manners

 I don't think our moral outrage

Means a single thing against Russia

No matter what pictures of burning buildings

Or murdered children

It is not as if he doesn't know what he is doing

He is proud and cannot suffer

humiliation on the battlefield

It is the main basis of his political ptency

And the support of his generals.

He threatens nuclear war

And then says he will agree to talks

While at the same time advancing his troops

We cannot trust a single word he says

And he will not stop until he has achieved his military objectives

The West will have made him a pariah by that time

But it doesn't matter when he has the support of other

Dictatorial regimes such as China, 

Syria,

North Korea, Iran

And any one who will now see the benefit of having nuclear weapons

We can no longer say 'This is not our war'

Or 'It is the Russian people who need to take Putin down'

If they were capable of that, they would have done it by now

But instead he has grown stronger, and 

The threat he poses is already inherent in our society

In property, investment and in his spies ability

To poison our citizens on our soil

We have stayed quiet and stood back for long enough

If we don't act now,

Then the aligning states which are within Nato will be under immediate threat

And as the Ukrainian politician said

'What signal is this giving to other dictators with nukes?'

You can advance and get what you want

If you continue to threaten with your nuclear weapon

Concealed behind your back

while walking over territories you want

Taking whatever you want

Getting nearer and nearer

While we say -'Stop there or else we won't be friends with you anymore'

Stop or we won't be your customer

When they are the supplier who has a monopoly on the market.

But there we are perhaps the west and Nato pushed too far

and toyed with Russia and this is the result

they underestimated him

Torched ground

 Every piece of magic lies dead in the wasteland

And what is that I hear

The sound of a blackbird sing?

The great war machine is rolling

Over the skulls of my friends

And the choas has come without warning

But there will be no end

You must live young fighter of virtue

Young or just old enough to die

These lies like crisps lie broken

On the path beneath the sky

Some foreign beast is howling

I can hear but don't understand

Why he is whining and calling

What hurt has done him such harm?

The fox is there in the graveyard sniffing 

Around the gravestones

And the tombs are full of embalming

But we are living, in a jeopardy time

The colours they stay on the beach

Miami is a miasma of sound

And yet the foreign beast he is calling

And I am on his home hunting ground

Take me back to when times were holy

And frozen as the eyelashes of care

The butterfly steps in the butter

And there is a fly which is buzzing somewhere

I saw her face in the mirror

I knew she was within and without

But crossed in the cross hairs of becoming

Some telegraph poles looking stout

The countryside dies in its marshes

Its willows are blowing in the wind

The streams are sold down the river

And on them our animal skins

I see a frogman is calling

Underwater trying to get out

We are strange in our ways without meaning

Without earth the sky would fall down

Some people know yet they don't speak

They move in the tide of their days

And a rise in the spirits of the marshland

I still need it in so many ways 

War museum

Visiting in the war museum

The black guns in their cases, you had to see them

And no smiles on the faces of the aces

Who shot down all those planes from the sky

 

Mud on my boots from the trenches

Blood stains on the suits and on park benches

What are we fighting for in these marshy stenches?

Where the bodies of our buddies lie

 

War in the eyes of the starving civilians

Is not the same as in the warlord's who counts his millions

In cartridge cases and ammo boxes and gold medallions

As bodies in black bags get flown back home side

 

I have seen the tanks a rolling through the forests

And the soldiers leap out in ambush down upon us

And the leaves fall like rain down on the trail

Where my buddies they will fail to return and walk by my side

 

So, as I walk in this museum of the war time

And I remember all the war masters still in their prime

The shells the burst like fireworks inside my mind

I am reminded of all the fallen I have left behind

 

There was never a more pressing need or rancour

Than in the armistice which came with a clamour

Of clashing steel, Kalashnikovs and falling pellets

Whose tinkle bells could be heard for the miles I ride

 

And my horse she is bold like a stallion

And my badges hang round my neck for my battalion

Who battled on in skirmish and in fire-fight

But when my orders came to leave, I took flight

 

Never happier to see the aircraft

Like an eagle that flew me away she was a freedom raft

And as I flew in the bird, I looked down at state side

And the fog it rolled in on the bay

 

You can call it what you like in the museum

Just pay your money take the tour you can see them

But don't you abjure or fight the season

Oh, you can't tell me war has a reason 

Anymore