Today's poem is largely about war. Mars hangs high in the south east these nights, very bright, altough fading over the month, and clearly an orange red colour. Traditionally, as picked up with Holt's Planet Suite - such an astounding piece of music - it is the "bringer of war". So this poem is about war, and the way the ancients saw the baleful influence of the planet Mars.
Mars is rising red, the bringer of war
Fighting takes place on many lands
The seeds of death within our hands
And darkness beyond the open door
Many casualties, who keeps the score?
Hear the drum beat of the warrior bands
Mars is rising red, the bringer of war
Fighting takes place on many lands
See the tapestry they ripped and tore
Who can make sense, who understands?
Fight, conquer, invade: shifting sands
It is like the opening of a tiger’s door
Mars is rising red, the bringer of war
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