Help me my Brother
Help me my brother — I’m drowning in blood,
Petrified here on my knees in the mud,
Smeared in my sweat, an undignified day,
Flown from the seething affray.
Help me my brother — the cycle repeats,
Christ in dismay with new blood on the streets,
Brutalised women and men in a flock,
Dripping with blood from the shock.
Help me my brother — I’m needing some love,
Destitute heavens and blackness above,
Can you remember the shape of good hope?
Comrade, I say I can’t cope.
Spirits of death and disruption abound,
War drums eternal perpetually sound,
Help me I’m drowning in stormy great seas,
Here bending low on my knees.
adamdaniel 