The Olive Tree Poem by Alex Cairnie

In silence I rebel
The cogs of my mind turn
My blood does boil with rage
And in endless anger burn

I wait in line with others
To prove our worth we seek
Soldiers men and brothers
The brave the mad the meak

In days spent charred and broken
A crimson tear unmeant
In silence prayers spoken
The last drop dry and spent

A voice of reason heard
Above the criers call
Children joy and laughter
The small things one and all

Turmoil grips the broken man
Fear and rage the weak
A raging bull without remorse
No pity do I seek

I shared the ration and the wine
and bowed beneath the throne
walked with kings and sacrificed
all sacred things ive known

We shelter neath the Olive tree
With every branch a vein
The rivers be the blood of life
And fuel too heavens rain.

All in the past alone im left
My thoughts so often grip me
My soul prevailed beyond the doubt
And fooled all sent too trick me.

Alex Cairnie