Rebellion

Let's write away our sins and tragedies 
awash in the silt of a time beneath seas
dry us in the water of a baptised son
and hope and pray that the war has begun.

Everything is not as it seems
because the words we hear are all from screens
and the faces you see are not what to believe
but who is the lie and what's left to retrieve?

Stilted outposts bespeak of stilted words
amidst a standstill in negotiations - a country in thirds.
One part salad, one part meat
and one part the people to wash your damn feet.

We're waiting for silence and you're waiting for hail
and the day your tattered flagship finally sets sail.
Because you're here for country and kingdom and land
and you'll shoot us down in the sea from the sand.