The painting by Paul Nash is a suitable backdrop for this poem, which reflects on the Israel-Gaza war, and the dreadful way in which so many innocents are caught up in this conflict and killed.
Those who live by the sword
With no warning, suddenly they came
A feast party, young people, and joy
Shot after shot, world turned to flame
Death to all, even young girl and boy
Homes invaded, the spectre of the gun
Rockets soaring across the night sky
And in finality, who has really won
When so many innocents will die
War beyond frontiers, without end
Ploughshares to swords, reversal
How to heal the broken and mend
Where hate and fear so universal
We must try to gather shards of light
And bring peace where there is fight
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