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
- On The Nature Of Love by Rabindranath Tagore
- Hope Holds to Christ poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- As Adam, Early in the Morning. by Walt Whitman
- Юлия Жадовская – Чем ярче шумный пир
- Polly Be-en Upzides Wi’ Tom by William Barnes
- Unforgotten
- Sonnet 86: Was it the proud full sail of his great verse by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Борьба
- Xai Kou1
- To a Certain Cantatrice. by Walt Whitman
- Robert Burns: Extempore In The Court Of Session:
- Was Then by AC Zenner
- Doom’s Day by Satish Verma
- A Perfect World by Robby Charters
- a-tempest-in-a-teacup.html
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).
