And Generatons Pass

God loves war
It is His theater
Out of the ground
Man was made
The same dark,
Bloody and haunted
Ground of his birth
Where Abel lies buried
By a brother
Who toiled the ground
And generations pass
Each fighting for
A small plot
While God is on the side
Of the defender
So too God is on the side
Of the invader
Watching this brutal drama
Unfolding by starlight
Through a thousand tongues
And out of the ground
From which he rose
For which he fought
Believed, bled, struggled
Into this same ground
He crawls back
And generations pass
As the weapons grew deadlier
His heart grew colder
His head confused
By his God's delight
In comedy, tragedy, history
As generations pass...

And what a show it is!