On the Road to Damascus

There’s death on the road to Damascus.
Terrible, shocking – it’s disastrous,
Men seeking fame with a war compulsion,
In a politicised game of mass destruction.

And no one even bothered to ask us;
cos we’re classless masses, observers of the madness.
We have to find our way to redemption!
Not in My Name! Did I forget to mention

that this time, Jesus won’t transform Saul,
and this time, Peter won’t return to Paul,
and this time they are all bound to fall,
cos there’s more blood flowing in the holy halls.

And we know it’s not a religious conversion;
It’s just a new version of terror and coercion.
All this fighting, just to cause a diversion,
while they sit and trade arms in the houses of perversion.

While they re-write a violent history,
how could anyone think that this is a victory?

Meanwhile on a street in London,
A man is struggling, can’t trust the government,
Cos they vote to bomb another continent
For a problem reaction, natural consequence.

He can’t deal with the humdrum days
Of going bout his business,
and ignoring their dark ways,
lost in the maze of his own psychosis,

and his Muslim brother, yeah he noticed,
he told the police, and mental health services
They said he was no danger to himself or the rest
– so now he aint no Muslim bruv,
he’s a hashtag terrorist.

Yet there is still death on the road to Damascus.
Terrible, shocking – it’s disastrous,
Men seek fame with a war compulsion,
In a politicised game of mass destruction.

And no one even bothered to ask us;
cos we’re classless masses, observers of the madness.
We have to find our own way to redemption!
Not in My Name! Did I forget to mention?