JOS: The COST of BLOOD

Now in the season of joy

comesthe treason of pain

Pain of deep wounds seen

and deeper wounds beyond

Rain of stiff words heard

and stiffer words beyond

How may we counter with balm

how do we utter with calm

Jos, and the cost of blood

 

The goons of gain

can be boon to schemes

Bare hooks, hair nooks

What a gain

Blank looks, dark looks

Where again

The hearts in pain

can be homes of themes

Faith laws, hate lores

What a pain

True thaws, truce flaws

When again

How may we matter as dove

how shall we render with love

Jos, and the cost of blood

 

The hidden is ridden

and its golden forbidden

Your hold is your fare

their hold ought be fair

What a gain

The ridden is hidden

and its mirror forbidden

Be not beholden

they ought be golden

Where again

How may we banter as old

how shall we barter and hold

Jos, and the cost of blood

 

Peace is leased and seized

taken to highs broken to lows

given in lips fallen by hands

Yuletides as sad tides

in lands made and marred

What a tease

Yuletides as sweet tides

in hearts sacred and scarred

Why the tease

We will rescue peace

it will not cease

We will render love

as pure as dove

Now the order of culture, of nature

will nurture Jos from the cuts and blood