“War!”
cry out loud
to the city
as the buildings burn
an age
awaits salvation as the seasons turn
I’ll behead mannequins
and tread the well-worn stage
of the hypocrite preacher
whilst Al-Qaeda does
the dirty work
shirk the burden
matters leak between my fingers
into the clutches
of a red-handed bandit
whose features are blurred
I’m more afraid
of the other ‘they’
so I’ll slur my words
in the pulpit
under the cover of night
whilst stauncher souls
do battle
I’ll make cowardly flight
Trenchtownrock
Pure fire..fire balzing from your words….an age awaits salvation…awesome lines in this piece..you are a talent..one love.