Fairytales and Hand Grenades

by R.M. Brandon
(USA)

Fairytales and hand grenades the world burns down
Sheltered beneath the turmoil the chosen lay
Clutching their beads as they moan and pray

Above the screams drift to deaf ears
As they huddle in sanctity
Soon the end will draw near

The flesh of their friends burns to the ash of the sky
they quietly sigh
The promised has come from a high

Yet what of the cowardice of man to linger
far below the judgment hand
When into the murky light they step
A greeting they would not forget

Blood in veins boils from inside
cooking their hearts with the cowardice of liars
As the flesh melts away the bones then stay
lingering briefly to salute the sky

In the end everything will die
Lost and cold in this world alone
An angel without wings cries

A heart torn apart as a martyr of man
The newborn baby dies
The world is dark when the ground is your home

Midnights bed the frozen soil;
yet hope drives on To a land unknown
Praying the fight is worthwhile

Is there life after death
A shadow upon the sand
Or will life alas
bring the pain of no man’s land

~R.M.Brandon 2011~