Words on the Wind (Carnsore Point, Wexford, Ireland. 1978)

By Stickleback

Sat, 04 Jan 2014

Millions turn their ears from the words on the wind

Deaf to the call from the waste

And though Apathy's triumph is gained without blood

Death's banner will herald the truth

Only a few fight the demon

As it threads its barbed claws through our fabric of life

A cancer that will kill without the swift blade

A war that's in motion of which no one has heard

Save the beggars and penny philosophers

Leather is worn as our feet hold the soil

Our victories scorned for the good of us all

We are dreamers and liars and thieves

And the dice has been rolled though it cannot say "No"

The verdict well known before the first throw

And the gamblers all win by agreement

Yet gambles may pay and you'll rue the next day

And theories mistaken come from chances taken

And bad tools could point to bad workmen

And love of money beats love of man

And the men of wood can't change their stand

Its the difference between water and glass

One cuts and kills when broken

The other powers the mills unspoken

And no man yet has died from rust

Though millions could from poison dust

Its an unclear situation

Its a nuclear aberration

So who will be left to ask "Why?"

As soldiers do after a war

The piper is wise

He won't come again

Our children, perhaps the meek and the lame

Will rid us of fools. For ever. Amen!

Just as soon as they've nailed their own coffins

* Carnsore Point was the site of a proposed nuclear power station in Ireland.