Time Bomb Poem by Odey Patrick

Tick tock in my Head
Beeps the Timer on and on
Events coming to a Head
The Victims feel they'v had enough.

Blood of 'matyrs'
freshly spilled
smoked flesh on splinters held
Sacred grounds a Graveyard now
The Victims feel they've had enough.

Take back those words, Preacher
they dialogue with bombs not words
These Herders of Death.

Now ''turn thou not the other cheek
Defend your earth, O ye Meek!
Specious advice from the Top.
The Victims feel they've had enough.

Tick tock it beats on
the Victims feel they've had enough
of hate and death and years of Pain
Voices heard, ''Avenge us Slain''.

Atlantic guns, Saharan swords
Trade bites at opposite Ends.
Look! A riding Cloud
misty figures Clash about.

The Rhythm mounts
the time ticks on
Israelites versus the Phillistines!