I am the Word

Corpses lay rotting
In once green fields
Maimed souls
Sacrificed
On distant battlefields.

Anguished faces
Sobbing.
Plead for salvation
Fearing damnation
In the hell fires
Of purgatory.

Priests ritual blessings
Gave sanctity
To an irrevocable insanity.
Now absolve
The dead and dying.
In a senseless liturgy
of deaths mystery.

But still,
Distant horizons darken
As thousands more
Awaken.
Men marching
Four by four
Ever onward
To deaths door.

Yet,
Beneath that
Same pale blue sky
Where all the bodies lay.
His voice, ignored
Went unheard.
I am the word
Of the past
With blood
On my hands and feet.

I am the word
For the present
I come forth without deceit
To thy heart I entreat.
To thee I make my plea
Bearing a covenant
For all to ascend.

I am the word
For the future
Listen,
To the children today
Hear,
Their truths bouquet
A plaintive cry
Of the innocence
They personify.

Even now
Melodies of war
Rage on every seashore.
Race wars, killing wars
Social wars, encompass
All human fears.
And still,
His voice, ignored
Went unheard.