Friday, 23 November 2018

Defiled Sanctuaries in Northumberland.

Here the darkest skies
and other exquisitely silent sanctuaries,
such as a gladed well,
where the blessed Ninian baptised,
are defiled
by the devilish thuds
of heavy weaponry.

Cynically described as ‘means of defence’,
these are no more than
demonstrations
to prospective purchasers
of the possibilities of 
inflicting yet more death, injury and mayhem,
too often on innocent victims,
deemed ‘collateral damage’
(for which, read ‘irksome to me’)
by those who seek to impose  
their power-hungry will on others;
thereby making us, seekers after sanctuary,
but citizens of this nation of arms-vendors,
complicit in that vileness.

You will find a poem entitled ‘Shame’ in a similar vein by clicking  HERE