Imagine Me I kill without discrimination for race, for age, for sex or sexuality I take saints and sinners I take your loved ones in return I deal you pain without explanation when asked the answer is that you cannot hope to understand me As a man you would lock me up revile me or label me insane But I am divine So that’s OK then
Our voices are simply the shadows Cast by our dreams and our thought If the shadows become ineffectual Then our voices will end up as naught Yet shadows can give us the outline Of what is looming above If we take note of the darkness We can give those dreams a shove One thing we must yet remember To give those shadows a shape Sunlight is needed behind it From brightness, the dreams will escape
Do not lightly discard them with tales of the foolish bold. They sat for weeks, for months, for years in trenches freezing cold. Sometimes feet simply mouldered in the sucking mud. And now and then they’d rise and run and spill their loyal blood.
Do not belittle the suffering of soldiers now long dead. With nothing but talk and songs and bombs bursting in their head. Bound together with chains of love shattered by leaden death. They ended as they had begun with cries upon their breath.
Do not lightly remember them with only paper flowers. they faced the fear, the pain, the cold, for hours and hours and hours. They ran together and fell alone upon those foreign fields. Protecting those they loved those frightened human shields.
Do not read these words and think that these things are passed. Do not think you will not hear that deep and dreadful blast. Do not sit in decadence and take for granted peace. You owe a debt to those who died and that debt will never cease.