Crows and Jackdaws.

A grey sky looms over 
The black branches
Of leafless winter trees

Crows and jackdaws
Roost upon pylons
As if waiting for some
medieval battle to begin. 

And I think on what wars
This land has seen.

Pointless struggles
Over religion or greed

Or a woman's hand
Sold for power
by a father
Not worthy of the name

For ages past
Again and again,

And in my lifetime
We have glimpsed the promise
Of an end to such
foolishness.

A light of democratic
Transition of power.
Where blood
Does not stand
In service as a Ballot.

And yet across the world
There are men
Who wield their 
guns and swords
and their hate and fear.
in defence of the power
these weapons bring.

And all I can think
Is we must stand ready
Must stand to arms.

For if we are not wary
The madness will begin again.
And those who feast
Will be the crows and the jackdaws.

And I find
Tears

Well in my eyes. 

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