falling back in fields of rape
		
		war

		in a foreign town
		in a foreign land
		reaping time had come
		in fields of swaying rape
		it could not happen here
		pushed to one side with the flick of a wrist
		out of sight
		and out of mind
		fallng back in fields of rape
		in yellow heads of blossom
		mothers babies bleeding
		you stand there laughing
		unquestioning unconfronting
		poetic lines on the art of dying
		falling back in fields of rape
		that was the way
		those were the horrors
		as daddy went a-reaping
		in nodding heads of rape
		no mark on your spotless conscience
		no blemish on your immaculate body
		untouched by sight or sound of misery
		close the eyes
		shift the responsibility
		it was not you
		it was not you
		falling back in fields of rape
		my children
		falling back in fields of rape
		it could not happen here
		pushed to one side with a flick of the wrist
		out of sight
		and out of mind
		falling back in fields of rape
		poetic lines on the art of dying
		falling back in fields of rape
		that was the way
		and those were the horrors
		as daddy went a-reaping
		in nodding heads of rape
		no mark on your spotless conscience
		no blemish on your immaculate body
		untouched by sight or sound of misery
		close the eyes
		shift the responsibility
		it wasn't you
		falling back in fields of rape
		my children 
		falling back in fields of rape
		
		here we go round the mulberry bush
		the mulberry bush
		the mulberry bush
		here we go round the mulberry bush
		on a cold and frosty morning
		
		in a foreign town
		in a foreign land
		reaping time had come
		falling back in fields of rape
		my love
		and that was the way
		and those were the horrors
		as daddy went a-reaping
		falling back in fields of rape
		my children
		crushed crushed crushed
		in mud and wars
		mother children bleeding
		you stand there laughing
		falling back in fields of rape
		
		never eating	
		bags of bones dying quietly
		homeless
		drinking foul water
		sorting garbage
		with flies in heat
		raped
		axed
		burned with acid
		locked away for thirty years
		thrown out of a helicopter
		forced to labour endlessly
		castrated
		burned alive	
		killed so easily by firing squads
		
		in a foreign town
		in a foreign land
		reaping time has come
		they're falling back
		in fields of rape
		in fields of rape
		they're falling back
		in fields of rape
		my love
		and this is our way
		and these are the horrors
		as we go a-reaping
		they're falling back
		in fields of rape
		in fields of rape
		they're falling back
		in fields of rape
		my darling
		and crushed crushed crushed
		in mud and wars
		still you stand there laughing
		they're falling back in fields of rape
		in fields of rape they're falling back
		my lovers
		
		in fields of rape the ravens
		descend. the yellow beak slashes
		corn.  the sickles are sharpened
		and the cattle bleed, and reaping
		time has come. our voices grow
		shriller, and our eyes glitter. but
		in this last summer the Rapture
		descends. and father's mask has
		turned to grey, and mother's
		breasts are leper white, and
		children's laughter cracks. and
		reaping time has come. body and
		blood, body and blood, body and
		blood, body and mud, body and
		blood, body and mud. and
		christ's eyes, i am weary. and
		christ's eyes, i want to melt.
		bleeding jesus, be quick, be quick.
		
		(and what would you do, my gentlest
		one...?)
		
		...falling back in fields of rape...