It’s hard to believe what a ten times murderer says at the best of times
But when he says let’s have a war without casualties or firing a shot
When he talks about the war wounded as the happiest of souls
Where there is no victory or defeat no dead soldiers coming home
It’s to applaud you that you remove the stone from your neighbour’s shoe
In anyone’s book ten murders is about as wicked as it gets
But going to war and not a soul killed
No displacement no people frightened into being frightened
A storm full in the face this time with a full stomach
How good it feels poking gun barrels into the mud
This is an army that never left home
Our murderer without accusation remains innocent

Ronald Rae