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
- Advice to the Ladies by William Somervile
- Sergei Esenin (Serguei Yesenin, Sergueï Essénine) – Sounds of Sorrow
- The Sailor’s Mother by William Wordsworth
- Women’s Song Of The Corn poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Rape of the Lock poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- The Fool Errant poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владислав Ходасевич – Обо всем в одних стихах не скажешь
- Shelley’s Death poem – Alfred Austin
- Abt Vogler by Robert Browning
- The State
- Sonnet II by William Shakespeare
- Rhyme by the Bog by Robby Charters
- May 19th – the Young Pioneers Day
- Linoz Isidoz poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Валерий Брюсов – Италия
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).
