so long a silence covers up much pain
we can rejoice but we must still recall
this sun of freedom rises through the rain

why they were taken we need not explain
for weight of shadows on us casts a pall
so long a silence covers up much pain

of those who suffered for other folks’ gain
whose battered bodies hung against the wall
this sun of ( Read more... )

to travel takes us back to where we start ( Read more... )

 too many answers come down to the same
non-explanation of the simple fact

we are the ones who always bear the blame

for all the anger we have one hard name

clear and precise both noble and exact

too many answers come down to the same

wave of exhaustion so that we must claim

not what we earned but all the goods we lacked

we are the ( Read more... )

no matter what we say we do not feel

the pain of others right inside each heart

instead we wait the turning of the wheel

for one more challenge for the last appeal

which was presaged right at the very start

no matter what we say we do not feel

our hopes and urges have been brought to heel

and the last hero laid upon a cart

instead we ( Read more... )

we hit the wall and then the world goes down

into the dark and nothing good returns

for all we’ve done what once was gold is brown

as winter comes like satan into town

all minds are numb just as the river churns

we hit the wall and then the world goes down

a sad destruction but no one will frown

believing that we get what the thief ( Read more... )

 our hearts with humour and with pain are crammed
the world defies our choices and our rage

in the republic of the wholly damned

we spoke and then our thoughts were truly slammed

by those who said that with keen words on page

our hearts with humour and with pain are crammed

the metre's right and the line's not enjambed

yet all we get ( Read more... )

 there are deep echoes across the dry wall
so sky seems brassy and bereft of cloud

while goat is nimble and tempts you to fall

to stony death where no one will recall

how once you were so youthful and so proud

there are deep echoes across the dry wall

where the old vultures circle seeing all

the land below them forested or ploughed

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so all we hear today is cannons’ boom

their echo forms our terrible surround

for this whole century the world’s a tomb

it isn’t that we just ran out of room

for good intentions our shots will redound

so all we hear today is cannons’ boom

from shore to shore and the explosives’ bloom

accompanied by their pervading sound

for this whole ( Read more... )

a century ago the world began

in blood and pain the auguries were wild

so many things have changed in a short span

my father’s world the currents overran

there was no time for words or thoughts too mild

a century ago the world began

we have to choose which of the screens to scan

it is too easy to become beguiled

so many things have ( Read more... )

to those who wait there is no better name
in the wide oceans for the coming wild
giving us hope when all we had was shame

our fathers left us heritage of blame
although their rule was temperate and mild
to those who wait there is no better name

except perhaps the trumpet cry of fame
though that by wise folk is sometimes reviled
giving us hope when all we ( Read more... )