SMALL SONGS 3.

GREATER LOVE

Maybe it’s what we do the best;
God knows, we’ve had the practise,
pinpoint the targets - trash the rest.
Brothers in arms, entente or axis,

roll on down like wind and water,
drown the living world in seconds.
But what drives us to the slaughter?
Prophets’ words:  Revelations reckons

one more party then the schism.
God’s the engine: hail and praise -
lead us to the cataclysm.
Cross or crescent: end of days.

Crusade, jihad, genocide:
just peasants wasted in the rain.
It’s holy writ, love sanctified
and then the bloodfeast once again.

No greater love than this, the gift
of flesh and spirit - willing givers.
So let’s cast the earth adrift.
We love the world: let’s take it with us.