Warm and cosy in my room,
I spy the waves that crash and boom.
The sky is calm, the sun goes down,
A light to guide, but still they drown
The sounds of silence and it makes me tense,
‘I’m okay’, is no defence!
For when it comes, and there is no ‘if’
It’s here right now, at the edge of a cliff.
Hanging on, to breath in air,
But look around, it’s gruesome there.
The shots, the blasts, the pain and blood,
A conflict of war of men in hoods.
I want to scream ‘stop it now’,
Instead my head, in shame, will bow.
The screams, the tears, on terrified faces
Run for cover, in dangerous places.
Many will come to a fateful end,
Of gunshots and drowning and we’ll all pretend,
It’s not us, but them, who are to blame,
But aren’t we one and all the same?
Sweep the doorways, keep them clear,
More than rubbish may appear.
It could be you, them or I,
That huddles inside, and prays to the sky,
To help us out from the savage cold,
Of unimagined stories, never to be told.
The ravages of man, lay waste to this land,
Destroy and demolish without reprimand.
The comfort of my room, yes cosy and warm,
But some welcome death, in the face of the storm.
How horrid that is, I can’t comprehend,
It makes me fell sad, I cannot pretend.
Stop all these wars and battles for life,
No good will pass in the in the wake of strife,
Only sorrow and anguish, contention and pain,
When all is said, there is no gain !