War



In a foreign town

In a foreign land

Reaping time had come

In fields of swaying rape

It could not happen here

Pushed to one side with the flick of a wrist

Out of sight

And out of mind

Fallng back in fields of rape

In yellow heads of blossom

Mothers babies bleeding

You stand there laughing

Unquestioning unconfronting

Poetic lines on the art of dying

Falling back in fields of rape

That was the way

Those were the horrors

As daddy went a-reaping

In nodding heads of rape

No mark on your spotless conscience

No blemish on your immaculate body

Untouched by sight or sound of misery

Close the eyes

Shift the responsibility

It was not you

It was not you

Falling back in fields of rape

My children

Falling back in fields of rape

It could not happen here

Pushed to one side with a flick of the wrist

Out of sight

And out of mind

Falling back in fields of rape

Poetic lines on the art of dying

Falling back in fields of rape

That was the way

And those were the horrors

As daddy went a-reaping

In nodding heads of rape

No mark on your spotless conscience

No blemish on your immaculate body

Untouched by sight or sound of misery

Close the eyes

Shift the responsibility

It wasn't you

Falling back in fields of rape

My children

Falling back in fields of rape



Here we go round the mulberry bush

The mulberry bush

The mulberry bush

Here we go round the mulberry bush

On a cold and frosty morning



In a foreign town

In a foreign land

Reaping time had come

Falling back in fields of rape

My love

And that was the way

And those were the horrors

As daddy went a-reaping

Falling back in fields of rape

My children

Crushed, crushed, crushed

In mud and wars

Mother children bleeding

You stand there laughing

Falling back in fields of rape



Never eating

Bags of bones dying quietly

Homeless

Drinking foul water

Sorting garbage

With flies in heat

Raped

Axed

Burned with acid

Locked away for thirty years

Thrown out of a helicopter

Forced to labour endlessly

Castrated

Burned alive

Killed so easily by firing squads



In a foreign town

In a foreign land

Reaping time has come

They're falling back

In fields of rape

In fields of rape

They're falling back

In fields of rape

My love

And this is our way

And these are the horrors

As we go a-reaping

They're falling back

In fields of rape

In fields of rape

They're falling back

In fields of rape

My darling

And crushed, crushed, crushed

In mud and wars

Still you stand there laughing

They're falling back in fields of rape

In fields of rape they're falling back

My lovers



In fields of rape the ravens

Descend. the yellow beak slashes

Corn, the sickles are sharpened

And the cattle bleed, and reaping

Time has come, our voices grow

Shriller, and our eyes glitter, but

In this last summer the Rapture

Descends, and father's mask has

Turned to grey, and mother's

Breasts are leper white, and

Children's laughter cracks, and

Reaping time has come, body and

Blood, body and blood, body and

Blood, body and mud, body and

Blood, body and mud, and

Christ's eyes, I am weary, and

Christ's eyes, I want to melt

Bleeding Jesus, be quick, be quick



(And what would you do, my gentlest

One...?)



Falling back in fields of rape...