War      In a foreign town   In a foreign land   Reaping time had come   In fields of swaying rape   It could not happen here   Pushed to one side with the flick of a wrist   Out of sight   And out of mind   Fallng back in fields of rape   In yellow heads of blossom   Mothers babies bleeding   You stand there laughing   Unquestioning unconfronting   Poetic lines on the art of dying   Falling back in fields of rape   That was the way   Those were the horrors   As daddy went a-reaping   In nodding heads of rape   No mark on your spotless conscience   No blemish on your immaculate body   Untouched by sight or sound of misery   Close the eyes   Shift the responsibility   It was not you   It was not you   Falling back in fields of rape   My children   Falling back in fields of rape   It could not happen here   Pushed to one side with a flick of the wrist   Out of sight   And out of mind   Falling back in fields of rape   Poetic lines on the art of dying   Falling back in fields of rape   That was the way   And those were the horrors   As daddy went a-reaping   In nodding heads of rape   No mark on your spotless conscience   No blemish on your immaculate body   Untouched by sight or sound of misery   Close the eyes   Shift the responsibility   It wasn't you   Falling back in fields of rape   My children   Falling back in fields of rape      Here we go round the mulberry bush   The mulberry bush   The mulberry bush   Here we go round the mulberry bush   On a cold and frosty morning      In a foreign town   In a foreign land   Reaping time had come   Falling back in fields of rape   My love   And that was the way   And those were the horrors   As daddy went a-reaping   Falling back in fields of rape   My children   Crushed, crushed, crushed   In mud and wars   Mother children bleeding   You stand there laughing   Falling back in fields of rape      Never eating   Bags of bones dying quietly   Homeless   Drinking foul water   Sorting garbage   With flies in heat   Raped   Axed   Burned with acid   Locked away for thirty years   Thrown out of a helicopter   Forced to labour endlessly   Castrated   Burned alive   Killed so easily by firing squads      In a foreign town   In a foreign land   Reaping time has come   They're falling back   In fields of rape   In fields of rape   They're falling back   In fields of rape   My love   And this is our way   And these are the horrors   As we go a-reaping   They're falling back   In fields of rape   In fields of rape   They're falling back   In fields of rape   My darling   And crushed, crushed, crushed   In mud and wars   Still you stand there laughing   They're falling back in fields of rape   In fields of rape they're falling back   My lovers      In fields of rape the ravens   Descend. the yellow beak slashes   Corn, the sickles are sharpened   And the cattle bleed, and reaping   Time has come, our voices grow   Shriller, and our eyes glitter, but   In this last summer the Rapture   Descends, and father's mask has   Turned to grey, and mother's   Breasts are leper white, and   Children's laughter cracks, and   Reaping time has come, body and   Blood, body and blood, body and   Blood, body and mud, body and   Blood, body and mud, and   Christ's eyes, I am weary, and   Christ's eyes, I want to melt   Bleeding Jesus, be quick, be quick      (And what would you do, my gentlest   One...?)      Falling back in fields of rape...