To The Victor

The sea is black with oil

Red blood flows on the sand

To the victor go the spoils

Of the ruined Land.

We meet the enemy we have made

We gave him life, his life we will take,

On both sides, soldiers, women and men

Suffer many deaths, in this war we make.

A dying man of twenty meets his last love,

Sitting by his side holding his hand,

A faceless lady in flowing black

In the rubble streets of a city of sand.

The sea is black with oil

Red blood flows on the sand

To the victor go the spoils

Of the ruined Land.

Moses come down from the mountain

A golden icon the people have made

Shaped like missiles, tanks and planes

Cavorting in a dance that will lead to their grave.

Restate the commandments for their sake and ours

Do not covet thy neighbor’s oil and gold

Remind them of what the rules all mean

Do not kill, they need to be told.

The sea is black with oil

Red blood flows on the sand

To the victor go the spoils

Of the ruined Land.

America’s banner flies over the scene

For freedom, for justice, for power

Man falls prey to his baser nature

Is God really on our side in this hour?

The game is there for all to see

Flashing across the tube again

No surprise attacks the journalists say

Make us more news we can recap at ten.

The sea is black with oil

Red blood flows on the sand

To the victor go the spoils

Of the ruined Land.


By Cathie Tonkins, February 1991

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