‘Blood and Fire’ proclaimed


Pathos pent, that beard-framed face,

head hand-propped, eyes glow with grace;

old ears strain to hear bright band tunes:

bonnet-hatted lassies on Sunday afternoons,

captain-capped men, soldiers of salvation,

‘Blood and Fire’ proclaimed to many nations.


High brave banners, swear-jostled by mobs,

medals awarded: snot-slimy gobs;

ship-rockets shot, troops tar-baptised,

drunken sinners mock, sermons unwise;

inner-city angels on high alert,

Christ’s love to those lost and hurt.


Denounced, the child-sex slavers,

Victorians re-taught biblical behaviour;

drink much hated, denounced drag of debt,

‘Safety’ replaced the ‘Friendly’ flare threat;

this sorry world grieved, all small hopes,

His mercy painted in big brush strokes.


This godly general, “promoted” after years,

prostitutes and poor wept true-felt tears,

even prim Queen thought right to grieve

so merciful a man, salvation full-believed;

but treasured most the whore’s carnation,

more eloquent than any genteel oration.



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