Gentle Steps....

Gentle Steps….

Gentle steps on their way to die,
Herod has decided only he shall rule.
They don’t speak out don’t even cry
this king knows no limit to being cruel.

Gentle steps, the Romans claim the earth,
conquering all before them as they plundered.
Formation warmongers, soldiers since birth,
were they really so good I’ve often wondered.

Gentle steps in the damp Scot’s weather,
red coats march as the people rebel.
good men shall die among the heather,
Culloden is looming, welcome to hell.

Gentle steps as they march towards the gun,
three Prussian cousins decide to have a war.
Young men mown down in world war one,
not even the three clowns, knew what for.

Gentle steps with her mother as they board
a train,
There is no god to assuage their fears.
Violent men of war inflicting pain,
Hitler’s men of mass murder have no peers.

Gentle steps In the middle east,
countries and peoples torn apart.
The political west enjoy the feast,
profiteers of oil who have no heart.

Man has made giant steps when creating death,
especially when it comes to murdering en masse.
Second to none at taking away that final breath,
we still use the term war hero’s, very crass.