Originally Posted by
Lokasenna
This poem rather burst out of me, which is highly unusual - for me, poetry is usually a more considered and drawn-out exercise. In any case, it may have something to do with dipping into the Book of Revelation, and having a long discussion with somone about war and terrorism.
Kingdom Come
We hear about the end of war,
The news is sung from door to door,
While bodies pile up on the floor
And all our feelings numb.
O Lord, O Lord,
Is this thy kingdom come?
The statues went and towers fell,
We were told all would be well,
The Devil sighs and reigns in hell
Atop a growing sum.
O Lord, O Lord,
Is this thy kingdom come?
Did John alone have eyes that see?
Can one be both a slave and free?
The laws that govern you and me
Do not apply to some.
O Lord, O Lord,
Is this thy kingdom come?
A lonely rider rides the sky,
White horse, white drone, away to fly,
But we aground must love and die
Beneath a ruler’s thumb.
O Lord, O Lord,
Is this thy kingdom come?
All bodies rise up from the ground,
And march to here from all around,
They only hear the trumpet’s sound,
The beating of a drum.
O Lord, O Lord,
Is this thy kingdom come?
And they have died that yet do live,
Poor souls with nothing left to give,
That cannot damn, that can’t forgive
But only can succumb.
O Lord, O Lord,
Is this thy kingdom come?
We tools of war were made to mar,
In Father’s fire we sere and char,
So never knowing what we are
Nor what we may become.
O Lord, O Lord,
This is thy kingdom come.