God watches the battles

Lost believers

Very few who have seen?
Are believers
After they have seen
What they have seen

God watches with indifferent
As bodies pile up
This is a war for freedom
The arrogance of justifying death
Once believers
Even through the eyes of hell
Lost believers

Very few who have seen?
Are believers
After they have seen
What they have seen

In life colour does not matter
In death we all bleed the same
Arrogance justifying freedom
Death looks on with indifference

My dad’s dad was such a man
A man who volunteered to be a pilot
to fly biplanes
Anything to get away from the tranches
Shot down and survived
Ending World War One with wings

God watches the battles of men
With indifference and distain
Losing believers on the way

My Dad’s dad was such a man
Trailer, soldier and warrior
Ending his war career in a field
And hospital bed

God watches the words of humanity
Even when those words
Causes humanity to bear arms

My dad’s dad was such a man
An Irish in a British uniform
Flying a British plane

Downed by German lead
Leaving God’s word behind
Dying of his wounds before I was born

His thoughts on God passed down
An Irishman green or orange
I have never known