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WAR

We don’t cram around the radio anymore.
We have arrived at the multi-dimensional war
Where diplomats chew it up and spew it up
And we stand like orphans with empty cups.
“There will be no peace” the press release
said the likelihood of was is on the increase.

We are being soaked in a potion
Massaged with a lotion to calm the commotion
That hides the embers of the fire.
There’s nothing as quick as a liar.
Don’t you learn your lesson?
Are you so effervescent that
When they say day is day and it’s dark in your window
You say OK and listen more tomorrow?

Seems you heard the trigger word
You are space to be replaced, your dreams defaced
Heavy questions quickly sink
Leaving no trace – s spiked drink.

Don’t you remember the last one?
Remember how we forgot about Vietnam
Afghanistan, will you fall or stand
For a dream you haven’t seen?
I’m afraid you will, you’ve taken the pill
You’re totally stoned on war
Media hype and slogans they write,
Is that all it takes to set you alight?

There’s nothing better than a doped mind
For a young unemployed man to sign
Figures go down when young men sign up
What better when they’re losing the votes, than to erupt
Into the uniting sound of war fever
“we need unity now more than ever…
we shall only to attack righteously defend”
Paranoia seeps in:
“Are you one of us or one of them?”

Slogans fall like hard rain as the government call
for its children to break down the walls
of someone somewhere in some country
that is suddenly so vital to history.

Young men hang in their own fear…
But we don’t cover that story, not here,
Not when we are in a battle that must be won.
Don’t you understand there’s a war going on
More that ever we should pull tighter.

These are days of stormy weather
Where the patriots show their faces
And nationalists recruit places
As fear of foreigner arises
The race attack count rises
Victims o   mentality
England is not Mother country
He holds the fear of The Awakening
Of his shivering shores breaking
Like those in the Middle East did
When he raped it.
Will you take it, take this, without question
Fall in line with the press and the politician?

Remember how we forgot about Vietnam
Afghanistan, will you fall or stand
For a dream you haven’t seen?
I’m afraid you will, you’ve taken the pill
You’re totally stoned on war.
Media hype and the slogans they write
Is that all it takes to set you alight?

There’s nothing better than a doped mind
For a young unemployed man to sign.
Figures go down when young men sign up
What better when they’re losing votes, than to erupt
Into the uniting sound of war fever
“we need unity now more than ever…

We shall only attack to righteously defend”
Paranoia seeps in:
“Are you one of us or one of them?”
Slogans fall like hard rain as the government calls
For its children to break down walls
Of someone somewhere in some country.

That is suddenly so vital to history
Young men hang in their own fear…
But we don’t cover that story, not here
Not when we are in a battle that must be won.
Don’t you understand there’s a war going on.
More than ever we should pull together.

These are days of stormy weather
Where the patriots show their faces
And nationalists recruit place
As the fear of the foreigners arises
The race attack count rises
Victims of small island mentality
England is no mother country
He holds the fear of The Awakening
Of his shivering shores breaking
Like those in the Middle East did
When he rapes it
Will you take it, that this, without question
Fall in line with the press and politician?
Remember how we forgot about Vietnam
Afghanistan, will you fall or stand
For a dream you haven’t seem
I’m afraid you will, you’ve taken the pill
You’re totally stoned on war.

PEACE

Let there be peace
So frowns fly away like albatross
And skeletons foxtrot from cupboards,
So war correspondents become travel show presenters
And magpies bring back lost property,
Children, engagement rings, broken things.

Let there be peace
So storms can go out to sea to be
Angry and return to me calm,
So the broken can rise up and dance in the hospitals
Let the aged Ethiopian man in the grey block of flats
Peer through his window and see Addis before him,
So his thrilled outstretched arms become frames
For his dreams.

Let there be peace
Let tears evaporate to form clouds, cleanse themselves
And fall into reservoirs of drinking water.
Let harsh memories burst into fireworks that melt
In the dark pupils of a child’s eyes
And disappear like shoals of silver darting fish,
And let the waves reach the shore with a
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shhhhhhhhhhhhhh shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh