Arm Yourselves and Run

Written up high on a Belgrade wall in 1991

I saw the words of a prophet in a ten-foot scrawl

Arm yourselves and run

Now the streets are quiet for the closing deals

And the Fimbulwinter days to come

And the beats all sound like the hammering of steel

Arm yourselves and run

You can watch revolutionaries/jihadists come

You can watch them fall

Year zero for another age as another age is born

Each fire must rise and rage

Until it burns itself to ashes in the dawn

In the cold smouldering dawn

So I remember the words on a Belgrade wall from 1991

Some backstreet prophet in a ten-foot scrawl

Arm yourselves and run