A commentary on this troubled world.

(Read to the tune of Vincent) – (by Don McLean)

Sari, Sari, Knight
Draped in armour blue and grey
Searching out midst summer’s day
As eyes ‘neath bascinet doth stare out cold
Gallows on the hills
Hewn from trees, bereft of frills
Brings to knees to make landfills
In numbers on said grassy knoll at hand

Now I understand

Just what one’s life should truly be
How should offer all sweet sanctuary
How I’d try to make them see
Ne’er a one wouldst listen then, nor didst one avow
Perchance they’ll listen now

Sari, Sari, Knight

Flaming briars all set ablaze
Smoke filled skies ‘twixt violent days
Now clouding all the background shades of blue
Bodies still accrue
Mourning follows endless pain
Streaming tears now fall as rain
Forsooth, we lay out cold beneath the land

Now I understand

Just what one’s life should truly be
How should offer all sweet sanctuary
How I’d try to make them see
Ne’er a one wouldst listen then, nor didst one avow
Perchance they’ll listen now

For I could not save you
Tho’ I tried with all I knew
Then with no hope left; I cried
Yes, this Sari, Sari, Knight
God took your life as He alone can do
Now Angels play their sad lament
This world was never truly meant for innocents like you

Sari, Sari, Knight

Shadows hang on empty walls
Screaming out as darkness falls
O’er rivers from Bengal up to Tibet
Yet some hath never met
Such strangers dressed in tattered clothes
Lithe of frame and hooked of nose
Their spirit crushed by countless blows

Now I think I know

What it was you said to me
How you suffered for humanity
How you tried to set us free
Why did we not listen then; why are we not listening still

Perhaps we never will