Battlefields

Battlefields

by Paul McCann   

On the battlefields of our time

there is no common ground  we find  with the enemy we see 

so what ever can we do with the things  we ‘re going  through

and the hard times in the days that still remain  .     

With the rage of all we see

how things are meant to be and we engage the enemy

with all our might and power every day and every hour

as we light up the way that darkness came  .

Lead us not into temptation

but into emancipation

from  the battlefields where we fought the enemy    .

We plant the seeds on blood stained soil

and the fruits that fall we take and spoil

 on the graves we must reclaim 

where we wait to rise again and  one day we will understand

that we can all walk together hand in hand

There will be unity  one day

And we’ll be free to walk away

from the battlefields where we fought the enemy  .