It's Not Over 'Til It's Over (Poetry)

06th August 2017
Old blood on his arm dries brown in the sun
the sweat of his brow turned salt
the chamber is empty and rusted the gun
all the terrible beasts killed or caught

It is time for the lion and the lamb to lie down
so too for the wolf and black sheep
the dreadful oppressor dressed poor as a clown
signs the treaty too few want to keep

The soldier struts proud as his tin leg allows
the queen pins a cross to his chest
the cannon are melted as swords become ploughs
now odd bones and lost names seem at rest

It’s over — all over —the fighting is done
peace restored to the land of the free
the Devil’s been vanquished — the good guys have won!
shame those dealers in arms don’t agree