James Tipp Poems
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The News Of War
The News Today
I listened to the news to day there was death in every place
I wondered how we'd sing, of such amazing grace
The screaming of the mother, the body wrappers tales
The screaming of the mortar round, the piercing jarring wails.
Its happening so far away, its happening there today
The politicians wring their hands there's nothing left to say.
The body mountains growing whose selling them the guns
We don't do arms to monsters, that's how the story runs.
We watch the slaughter daily, detached and far away
Yet worry over Rednapp and how he's team ...
Good Friday 2008
The cacophony of sound erupted as the day began
People meandered into the souk ready to bargain
To enter the daily chores of this Passover willingly.
Jerusalem was heaving with the masses of pilgrims.
Whilst beneath the Pretorium a carpenter bled.
Above in the Temple the blood flowed river like.
So a few drops from a carpenter’s back made little difference.
Both actions were about religion, his one was banned
The Messianic hope was for tomorrow never for today