They promised me peace,
Then put a sword in my hand.
They wanted to build Jerusalem,
On this green and pleasant land.
Alpha and Omega building,
Beginnings that end on the shore,
Of shifting sand and satanic mills.
Was the ancient architect flawed?
With chariots of holy fire to,
Reign on dust: a holy blow.
Poisoned arrows of desire,
Need no golden burning bow.
My sovereign debt insures;
I will not cease from mental fight.
A personal inner jihad endures,
Taunts and haunts the waking night.
So who would want Jerusalem,
When it is blighted by greed and fear?
When Zion seeks to swallow it up,
Why would we want to build it here?
No-one can answer Blake’s questions,
To the child with a gun in his hand.
I’d like the hymn to lay down it’s weapons,
And start to unify the holy land.
They wanted to build Jerusalem,
On this green and pleasant land.
So they promised me peace,
And put a sword in my hand.
Lisa Goodwin – 21/09/14
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