the Cousins' War
War of the Roses
All is still since the troops marched through this place
Cousin against cousin, who knew what side to take?
Peace or family name, what’s anyone fighting for?
Blood soaked fields mark the trail through the field
Where they scattered to the four winds
And someone that day was declared the victor.
Can you hear the whisper?
Men lay dying here for days that spring
Who would have thought that kind of violence
Would ever consume their hearts
Rending horses, men and all in their way
Like animals drawn and quartered
Sliced from ear to ear
Never have the trees, witnessed such human rage
Can you hear the crying?
In the wake of all the fighting, at the bitter end
The rain fell for weeks
Like crying from the heavens
Flooding streams and rivers
Soaking the fields, roots and hay
Washing every bit of blood away
The human bane to the new life of spring
Is it the beginning, or the precursor to the end?
Can you hear the echoes of the voices?
A few months pass and summer comes
Fragrant flowers fill the space and air
Vibrant green covers houses as life moves outside
Fearless once more
A memory starting to fade
Wounds almost healed
Nurtured by the sun and fed by the first harvest
Of summer crops
Can you hear the laughter?
Thunder shakes the ground
Forest animals stop in their tracks to listen, and then run
People bolt inside and lock their doors
A thousand troops on horses cross the soft field
Heading west from London
Can you hear the tower bells?
It began a long time ago
A fight through all the ages
Senseless wars for power
Under the banner of “truth”
Can you sense the madness?