Pride Stands Guard At The Door


Man seems to live off fear these days
Retreating from a shadowy foe
Arrows of hate fly everywhere
Shot not from Cupid's Bow
 
When we choose terror over love
We give asylum to anguish and pain
When there is no safe harbour for understanding
Brother will fight brother again
 
The Call to Arms is a strong one
And hate asks for more and more
Compassionate hands could receive different riches
But Pride stands guard at the door
 
Armies of fear move forward
Finding the enemy that phantoms portray
Petty little fears are groundless
But manifest in a gruesome way
 
There is always a choice for forgiveness
A togetherness in which all can believe
But hands filled only with Earth's treasures
Find spiritual wealth hard to receive
 
Man needs no religious conversion
Just a remembrance of Peace
The day must come for reconciliation
A time for healing and release
 
But for now the Bread of Life is left uneaten
Because they'd rather make a bullet or a bomb
A world that's weary and hungry
Conducting a Requiem Mass on another Somme
 
 
by Linda Fallen
8 June 2004