Erring

ERRING

I rather like this rhyming style which is part of the double meaning of the title. Inspired by the gas bombings on Syrian people and the continuing inhumanity that is shown to the poor and weak. Seems to me that the concept of a ‘country’ is ridiculous if the differences are so strong between ethnic or political groups that it is necessary to carry out this kind of self-destruction.

Some days are quiet Others are quieter Some nights are dark Others are darker Some growing corn In their little corner When out of the light Comes a bomber or fighter The sound of a thud An impact like thunder Then gas hugs the ground Drifting silently under Closed doors, through arches Without the skill of the archer Catching its prey Perhaps while in prayer Absorbing the Sarin The bodies serener After a death that is slow The suffering slower For families who grieve As things get much graver As missiles hail down The air smoky and browner: The game that is war The innocent and the warrior So what if you win? Are you really a winner

And if you should lose Does it make you a loser Those that do die Leave a situation so dire Whichever side they are on They die without honour Trapped in a conflict No trappings of victors In a world at arms Coated in armour Not even the armour But always the armourer Secure in his seat With the might of salt-peter The powder of hate Sooner or later Resorts to the sword To create a world order Ruling through force All the bloody enforcers Chariots of fear All wars have their theatre We are the cast But never the masters Some days are dark Others are darker