Paths of life Copyright Robert Fullarton 2015

Paths of life

Copyright Robert Fullarton 2015

We used to love in the fabric of our life

Hidden in our human cave

From the sea of the city

We used to love and weep simultaneously.

Life was different, when we were children,

Our little games, our innocent perceptions

Without interruption

Before the knowledge of war

And murder, and human rage

And declarations of extinction

And condemnations against

The labels of race or creed

Upon the mountain of the night

You looked down upon the kingdom of the day

But you whose deeds were dark

Could not withstand the light

And did not venture into the day

Because such deeds expose

Hidden hearts in time

Cannibals come forth from jungles

And lay waste to village life

Where wells of thought are poisoned,

What devil has seduced you?

To the amour of a sanctimonious slaughter

Who has deformed your vision of life?

So that the thin boundary of good and evil

Has gone beyond your sight

And left you in full possession of your madness

The tears of the witness have turned to stone

Becoming blasé to the name and number

Announced on the airwaves

And the masses are incredulous.

The charisma of power

And the promise of force

Spins round for another generation

Where the gun comes full circle

II

Turning like jackals upon the gnawing marrow

The gun-ho blind boys, playing soldier

Dream of toppling ivory towers

Remember well oh men of war

Oh men of hatred, of annihilation!

The days of earth

Are a self-made broth

For all in time take

A fateful drink,

Be careful

For the days of heaven

are a paradox, a mirror for all mankind

for the adulation of the killer

is turned to reveal the victim’s cries

the former “lords of the earth”

shall be made to lie down

where once they made the innocent beg,

they lie down in beds of blood

for where they made their bed

for the utterly vacant motive

for the utterly empty heart

the wounded bird

lay in the ground

some say it was a phoenix

but no it is a dove

and it shall rise again,

oh soft melody maker

of the day

that flies high in the sky

above and beyond

the stone coronary heart of the decay

where is the way back to my home

i say

where is the way back to my home?