Our government prepares to launch missiles,
because we are inerrant.
Our nuclear capacity is a God given,
Trident alone could take around 20 Million souls.
Before 90 minutes of a Match is played, we’d score a series of blistering goals.
Trident has 48 warheads to erase half a million humans a piece,
It only takes one Head of War, to end earth’s fragile peace.
Missile flight time – 30 minutes, and the same time for sibling missiles to follow,
three volleys would be possible, before Trident was finally hollow.
Housewives idly at windows holding babes in arms, old cigar smokers playing dominoes, when they hear the alarms.
Preachers closeted in pulpits proclaiming:
“The sun will be turned to darkness and the moon to blood,
before the coming of the great and glorious day of the Lord.”
But there is no one to greet the arrival of our Lord, as the welcomers lie impaled on our strident nuclear swords.
Nuclear Winter, darkened skies,
Sooty clouds, now a mirror of the Sun’s reflection,
Golgotha chills and silences, with scant hope of Resurrection.
Crops fail, cities totaled, cold survivors huddle in
radioactive playgrounds, shivering under the eclipse,
Revenge removes the mask of justice,
laughing into the abyss.
But who is left to hear the shout of victory?
As earth’s refugees wash up on Heavens shores,
preparations are rushed, as this mass arrival, was premature.
Azariah is journeying through life expressing himself as a priest, a parent, a spouse, and a storyteller.
As a son of African-Caribbean parents and a descendant of African slaves an awakening sense of justice creates the necessity for the pursuit of peace by peaceful means.
Disclaimer: This blog is intended to provide a space for people associated with APF to express their own personal views and opinions in order to promote discussion of issues relating to peacemaking and pacifism It is not necessarily a place where the official views of APF are expressed.