Silken wraps on finite form,
Relax in the lull before the storm,
Stately warriors hear…wars dreaded call,
Lions of war…animals maul.
The proud…the brave,
No one could save,
Battlefields of blood,
Human dust…without a grave,
It’s just a game,
Folly, but no crime,
Who will take the blame?
For the warmongers son’s still shine.
The Maniacs that fight,
And savages that bite,
Have all but lost their sight,
In images, no one considers right.
When all is said and done,
A good war cannot be won.
Just some lose less
In hostilities that only, the devil will bless.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Poem Reaching For Something by Quincy Troupe
- Notebook Of A Return To The Native Land
- Вера Полозкова – И катись бутылкой по автостраде
- Владимир Британишский – Чай
- the_solitary_oak_on_mount_kremlin_bicetre.html
- Returned To Say by William Stafford
- hai_kou.html
- Under A Portrait Of Jukowsky poem – Alexander Pushkin
- The Buried Train by Robert Bly
- Nobody Told Me Of These Nights (A Poem For Melanie) by Stevens Cadet
- Red Roses by Nithin Purple
- Love And Death by Sara Teasdale
- English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Hymn to Spiritual Desire. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
- Wisdom in Love by Lutfi Abdallah a.k.a Laso
- Polyphemus poem – Alfred Austin
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
