This is a guest post by Kevin Higgins
The Eternal Peace Activist
after Donovan and Pete Seeger
When the child soldiers came to our village,
I offered them green, red, yellow
I didn’t throw grenades at black limousines
carrying Nazi leaders
I spent the morning
of the St. Bartholomew’s Day
massacre, trying to organise
a group hug.
During the Sack of Constantinople
I was busy writing
a strongly worded statement
against the blood that ran
in the gutters like rain.
Each night I pray
they’ll leave it to the United Nations,
Arab League, Warsaw Pact to sort
out amongst themselves.
I asked Genghis Khan
where all the flowers had gone?;
told Chemical Ali about the universal
soldier who, unlike me, really is to blame.
When you showed me room after room
of your relatives’ carefully stacked skulls,
I said: the internal affairs
of Democratic Kampuchea
are not my business.
Even if one of those heads
was mine, I’d not lift
a fingernail to keep it attached
to its owner, think the peace talks in Paris
must be given another chance.
When a four foot boy clad in black
bomber jacket shoved a lit kerosene rag,
through my neighbour’s letterbox,
I didn’t take the easy way out
and familiarize his cranium
with the pavement.
Now, he’s six foot eight
and has a gang who go around with him.