Galahad Richelieu's Prayer 2012
I can feel the surface tension mounting Digging down into my skin, into my bones Seeping through into my blood, into my flesh Malignant, indignant of my state of mind
Putting on the pressure
My resistance is waning There seems to be no way that I can win against This human condition, feeling guilty for our kind Though there's no need I know It's just the way the operator runs my show
He's putting on the pressure
Like a time bomb, I'm primed to explode Some time in the future, depends on how heavy the load But don't worry, it's not going to blow for a while Maybe when a decision is reached At the end of my internal trial...
Mortar bombs and festive songs Don't mix too well at Christmas time This pantomime has lost its humour I heard a rumour of Peace On Our Earth It was lost in a dirge of plastic explosives Blowing sky high the blood red roses That were left on the doorstep of another young lover Who, after all, was just one of our brothers One of our brothers
There just vivid pictures on a TV screen Of reality and what has been This is no John Wayne movie This is everyday violence for free! And I'll say a prayer in the church of compassion Miracles have been known to happen, haven't they? So I've been told
It could have been me It could have been you It could have been me It could have been anyone of you
They're putting on the pressure They put you under pressure They're putting on the pressure They never let go Never let go Never!
