Guns and war

Guns and war

As guns and war still celebrate
they gather there at death's dark gate.
How many die to garnish war
in gore and blood they paint death's door.

As vengeance burns in heart's of men,
and Satan laughs in shadow's den.
Destruction's harvests still repeat,
as deathly drums in rhythm beat.

And war cares not as hatred reeks
its gathered yield in horror reaps.
As down the years of pain and fear,
demands the wrath of God it's clear.

So how can guns protect the lost,
when death claims much and won't count cost
of children shot while they should play
these dear ones taken 'fore their day.

The people fall while some don't care
they think this freedom pays death's fare.
The world looks on while bodies mount,
and wonder why folk's death don't count.

So what would Jesus know of faith
when He casts out the demon wraith?
When He said put away your sword
lest you're impaled by fate's sharp gourd.

R.Owen 25/12/2024