fauxcroft

Some say poetry should be about beauty and love

Spreading a good feeling and releasing the white doves,

Honouring peace and sublime serenity

This is such a wonderful refrain that resonates with me,

But as the bombs drop and babies scream

To not write and highlight this suffering would be obscene,

Do you really think I want to write this shit

As another innocent person gets fucking hit,

By a sniper’s bullet in the head and is dead,

I see the faces of trauma, death and stress,

I witnessed the body bags so what can I say

I can’t just ignore this and wipe the images away,

And I am a love not a fight, I cry fight war not wars

And I get fucking angry when they say it’s for a cause,

That’s just a lie wars are fought on power and wealth

And they do it to the detriment of humanities health,

So I am sorry if I am angry and not so calm

As I used to be when I wrote poetry and spun yarns,

But I am shouting out to everyone, this cannot carry on,

Even when the fighting stops no war is ever won,

So we got to stand up and demand a change,

Where we can live in peace rather than rage

Where our children can make it to an adult age,

But instead I see them in their thousands being buried in graves,

So let’s all finally agree it’s a time for fucking change.