Nancy L. Meek

RAISE THE DRAWBRIDGE! THERE’S BLOOD IN THE MOAT!

God, bless the souls who have not seen
those lives destroyed by the war machine
rumbling steadily from town-to-town
killing your children whenever they’re found,
without a peep from that ignorant crowd
sleeping like kings on their heavenly cloud.
Oh, shield them from the truth concerning war,
the carnage we see and so vehemently abhor,
for there, but for thy wondrous grace, go they,
bludgeoned and bleeding, dying as they pray;
or, hasten your Spirit to lift their naive heads,
brush the sleep from their hearts stone dead,
so they may see, in all its disturbing glory,
the truth about war… a too predictable story,
its river of blood fueling Satan’s machine,
rumbling soon to their own castle serene.