to war to war
to go to die
to war to war
to grieve and cry
to war we go
to set things right
to death we go
to go in fright
to die in vain
to shed fallow blood
to pour refrain
to weep and mourn
to plow the grave
to widowed scorn
to rend the soul
to even the score
to war to war
to war to war
© 2008 BY W GARY FORRESTER
each day your life blood flows from start to end
upon the crusted brow your shadow flows.
from dawn to dusk your urgent power sends
all precious gifts upon your step bestowed.
you bring new life to they who pause and rest
upon your banks to cool and touch your soul.
of life, they drink of you, upon their breast
while dining free on deadly feasts untold.
vile curse of killing fields take life for life
and feast in sight of all your glory staid.
who tastes the blood of every victim’s strife
but they who lie in rest beside your shade?
pour forth healing waters upon my face
and rid me of this deadly fall from grace.
© 2007 BY W GARY FORRESTER
i tire of the day that's filled with hate
that tears at the soul of mankind's fate
weeping in the moment of a deadly state
aware of every malevolent slate
mourning the bloodshed of violence innate
praying for peace too late
too late
i die a little in a daily dirge
i witness the potent malfeasant surge
the call for death delivered at the urge
of the warmongering moronic call to purge
the evil of misunderstood forsaken curse
driven by the strings of the purse
the purse
i cry for all in dire repose
to reach for another embracing those
whose pained existence for calamity arose
to strike at what insecurity exposed
as vile ungodly threats composed
of wealth that greed sows
that greed sows
i strive to lay my soul in peace
to live in love with all who lease
breath from the source of life's release
longing to hold in arms of love i reach
to them that my calm would breach
in longing hope for peace to teach
for peace to teach
© 2007 BY W. GARY FORRESTER
a baby died today
burning flesh
life fled away
mother cried
when the soldiers
came
allah cried dismay
creation burned
and swayed
mullah's spat
when the soldiers
stayed
christ walked away
blood flowed
wounds displayed
fathers cursed
as the soldiers
obeyed
death played today
piercing souls
as prey
dancing merrily
when soldiers plied
their trade
desert burns in play
as god mourns
the day
he blessed
the soldiers
deadly tirade
no mercy in the clay
of mankind's
blistered way
pouring wrath
in the soldiers
wicked tray
no peace today
or any day
when in the dawn
man's ire is born
on the soldiers
shouldered play
warfare's way
cannot be made
a peaceful stay
peace is found
when soldiers place
their guns away
© 2007 BY W. GARY FORRESTER
i search my soul
a journey low
for purity
to bestow
.
a sage for peace
prosperity
quite rest
for burden's lease
.
i delve in inner
solitude
remarkable
ingratitude
.
i seek composite
fortitude
to linger on
with attitude
.
i stand before
myself in fear
of nakedness
unrevealed
.
i long for grace
to share anew
a gentle touch
a healing dew
.
the world she moans
in burdened song
the battles long
bitter wrongs
.
mankind has sung
a mournful dirge
to calm the storm
of deadly surge
.
the hate it seals
the fateful doom
a viper's sting
in deadly gloom
.
a cry for peace
on deaf ear lies
baneful noise
solemn cries
.
cry we must
before we die
inside our souls
justice lies
.
reach for truth
inside of me
fear not the wrath
never flee
.
poisoned man
in hatred scorns
the innate peace
each heart adorns
.
i pray for right
humanity
empowered sight
so all can see
.
a new found way
in peace abides
the human race
in love survives
.
i long for how
i might repress
enigma's war
on righteousness
.
my heart does bleed
for mankind's ill
of hatred's fateful
merciless kill
.
live in peace
at one with all
make no excuse
for the warring call
.
absolve the hate
that feeds our fear
and alienates
what is not clear
.
i cannot rest
apart from those
who share the vest
of human clothes
.
we taste the sweet
and bitter life
that is our lot
in common strife
.
both you and i
we and they
alike we stand
before the grave
.
we face the fate
we share the same
at last we pine
shorn of fame
.
at peace we lie
at last at rest
the hateful vows
all in jest
.
we share the earth
now and then
at peace and rest
soon in the end
.
wisdom cries
and longs to share
beauty in word
and deeds declared
.
her glory it shines
in dignified clay
creation's bright hope
sanctified way
.
together we walk
varied in path
choosing our way
in peace or in wrath
.
no matter the road
we share our need
we cannot pass
life we must lead
.
i long for peace
no wars no greed
standing as one
united and free
© 2006 BY W. GARY FORRESTER
i long to see a day of rest before
the curtain falls abreast the stallion’s mane
swaying long in graceful spray along
the soldier’s marked and hated strained disdain
we murder those who in constitution forged
diversity outside the accepted norm
in freedom’s name we crush the human score
conform in death if not in hatred’s swarm
the champion of freedom mounts his steed
to conquer all impeding corporate sway
smite the prey too blind to understand
the wisdom found in wealth’s pursuing way
with philanthropy we paint a formal guise
to mask the stench of capitalistic pride
no longer drawing the breath of freedoms mirth
the enslaving machine takes us for a ride
well-beaten paths are marred by cloven hoof
the devil’s minions spread their greedy seed
a generation spawned in opulent crime
ethics slide to situation’s need
for those who fail to comprehend and seek
to be what god bestowed their souls to be
we weigh upon the scale of pleasure lost
and strike the gods as sacred casualties
the warring dollar feeds on blood alone
scared of no ones market yet unsold
funding death in guise of greater good
rhetorical blather truth as yet untold
we stroke our brows confused by all who seem
to hate our simple peaceful godly lives
and why they strike at what they want to share
the peace and joy of all that we contrive
the blind man sees with darkened soul and yet
prevails in truth that hides in brilliant light
unseen by eyes that squander precious gifts
and take unto themselves what’s not their right
as conquering kings we stride upon their land
and crush the necks of all who fend their crest
we most possess the will and might to win
in spite of freedoms prayer to not oppress
we’re led by pawns at rich men’s beckon call
empowered by the population’s severed head
prey on hopes and dreams of working men
who trust in history to work in their stead
we sent you forth to secure a sacred trust
inviolate our virgin faith untouched
you raped the solemn oath your voice had sworn
and reaped a corporate harvest sins unblushed
the grand experiment lies wounded now
scorned and shamed by an awful heavy hand
the world turned cold by pompous raw conceit
away from god's once blessed promised land
turned from us the world seeks unity
her champion the still elusive peace
diversity of souls entwined in life
a partnership in common earthly lease
so end the wars we perpetrate upon
the worldly brew that stews in haste
to find the cause for their demise inside
the confines of our sin and wanton waste
let us create a place where stallions run
in peace and solitude where all can pray
and put away the implements of war
i long to see rest restored in that day
© 2006 BY W. GARY FORRESTER
