In concert halls
In shopping malls,
In cafe bars
And restaurants.
Explosions tear the night apart,
In harmony with the rattle
Of small arms fire.
Is this the work of Gods?
I think not!!
It is man that carries out
These crimes.
Men who pervert the words
Of their Gods.
What crimes the Mothers
Who've lost their sons?
What crimes the Fathers
Who've lost their Daughters?
What crimes the sisters?
The brothers?
The husbands, the wives,
The lovers?
Surely Gods don't bear the cost
Of all those lost souls.
No! it is man alone
Must bear the blame
Of such a bloody
Useless game.
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Owain Glyn
