We Sense the Sacred In These Peaceful Walls

We sense the sacred in these peaceful walls Yet men have died in places that appal Women too and children then unborn Fell into cold dark earth in lands forlorn As our weapons grow, our hearts are hard The people live in Gaza behind bars The water all polluted as taps drip Is this war or is it vengeance fit? In Britain, it’s the poor who lose the war As it was when Jesus Mary bore Yet here are clerics blessing marching bands A military show for all the land The genocide in Europe of the Jews The self destructive actions of the proud The fields of France filled sick with blood and bone Who are we to cast judgemental stones? The War’s not over when the fighting stops The soldiers and the tortured suffer shock The widows and the parents all bereaved. The unborn children hover in unease We let the prisoners out from camps of death But who would take them in or take their path? The injuries will travel down the years As still we fight and still we live in fear It’s Europe’s grasp and greed which was the cause Of death in Gaza, Syria, in long wars Yet we judge we are more civilised As we self defend with careful lies