Terence Roe

the hills of debris

the hills of debris
the swarming flies
buzzing round our precious lives
we cannot bury
nor can we hide
the facts
can’t be denied

the salivating dogs of war
forever growling
at our common door
we live amid fanatic days
the bombers brain
with paradise ablaze

while hope is cornered
held at bay
the dogs go barking
out their creed
who fits the collar?
who tugs the lead?
who commands the beasts?
to ‘stay!’
‘obey!”

these are our days of peace
these are the paths we’re bound to follow
these are the lives we lead
today is yesterdays
tomorrow

the petty wrangling
the daily dust
the cleaning the preening
the earning of the crust
the highs of hopelessness
the sighs of lust
the neighbour we distrust

the hills of debris
the swarming flies
buzzing round our perfect lives
we cannot bury
nor can we hide
some facts
can’t be denied