With blinkered eyes I cast my gaze, Across a field sown with uttered lies; Watered with the tears of an innocence lost To the caterpillar tracks that heave the plough Of obscured intentions, beneath the mourning haze. My blood turns black! Once red, it seeps now into the sands Of empires long since passed To time’s embrace, where I, face down, now follow. New empires rise above me, My blood is black, crude and sold; A bitter liquor, sweetened by soft words Of freedom’s fallacy for which I fought. Oil-seed war, a field sown, A harvest reaped, my body strewn… The world turns black.
It's about an American soldier sent to war in Iraq believing he is fighting a war of liberation. But only as he is dying does he realise the war is a lie, and that he fought for oil, his blood turns black and is sold....
Here it is, the completed project, my campaigning anti-war poster, incorporating my new poem, "The Reaper's Harvest". I've been working on the poem and the poster all day, let me know what you think. Next stage is to email RESPECT, and see if they'd like to use it in their gallery. I'm also going to take use it for leafletting purposed locally, and will try to get it into the local paper. If any RESPECT supporters, or anti-war campaigners want to use the poster for any reason, let me know and I'll send you one that you can print off or photocopy. Hope you like it....
Cheers, I'm circulating it quite widely now, getting as much publicity for it as possible in Britain. If anyone from America or any other country wishes to use it, PM me and give me your email address and I'll send it to you....
Wow, that is a really inspiring poem, very emotional You are extremely talented (though you no doubt already know that hehe) I think it works very well on the poster, the sunset does it true justice and emphasises it's beauty Much Love Emmy xXx ~
