WE PRAY AND WAR!
Some say their vespers
No louder than muted whispers
And some scrape the vocal cords
With scraping words
Rougher than the palms
Of the man who works our farms
Where do the prayers go
The one shouts, the other silent so
Eyes east, the one kneels and stands
And touch his head to the sands
Spirit struck, the other speak, words strange
Language like clothes he change
Right to left, he read the book, holy and grand
His robes white, his beard long
The other sings a soulful song
In his hand the black book of life
His faith in the son of the virgin wife
Who loved us after Adam's fall?
Are we brothers or foes
Or is one the finger, the other the toe.
For we paint our clubs and swords
With the white paint of Godly words.
The one that brought you no shame
We make widows and farm orphans
The embers of hate your hand fans
Yet at night, in the corner of your lair
We whisper prayers, is it fair?
How can the words of peace
Stick poison darts into our bliss
And the son of man in the name of God
Wet the face of earth with breathing blood
I know not but I wonder
Doth our prayer go up yonder?