Ransacked, pillaged,
burned is my village
Hoofs upon a beach,
revenge I beseech
Silver pieces; I cannot be bought;
for my life, I will and have fought
I taste in the air dominant death;
confident in my sword's prowess and breadth
Pagan versus the blood of Christ,
into war I am baptised
Setting a precedent of things to come;
many have died, defending kingdoms
Have we learned nothing from history?
Maiming, murdering... causing misery
Here lies the relics where I stand
...and yet we still do not understand,
that our brother is all of mankind
Our heritage, is surely to empathise;
that no bloodshed is ever ordained in grace
... a stark reality we have yet to face
© Debbie Razey 2015
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