Why do we stand to dish out guns
that kill a hundred sheep?
And say, "Please don't politicise
our freedom we must keep."

There are so many sacred cows
as weapons seem to be;
and on this alter blood's required --
an endless killing spree.

The price of freedom's really high --
It's worth death's thorny crown.
What measure is a young child's life
but lay those weapons down.

Where can we find some mercy friend,
to cause blind eyes to see?
And drink that essence of God's love
from wells no eye can see.

How can one serve with gracious ways
unless from thirst one drinks?
Come to the fount that ever flows
before your sweet-breath stinks.

R.Owen 18/01/2016